❝ YOU CAN PRETEND YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW ❞
There wasn't much a cripple like herself could do. Not that she was a permanent cripple by any means. No, Carla had just had a rather unfortunate accident which led to her coming to the Ruins. Rather on a whim, really. She had never been one to stick around in Clans all that much, probably because the loner lifestyle was more for her. She had been on her own for only a little bit, but already she was running into problems which was problematic in its own right. But it sucked even more because she could barely do anything to assist. It felt like she was dead weight, and some people were making her feel like less than that. Carla wanted to wring their heads for those actions, but she was holding herself well in that sense. Still, the tigress was bored, and so she was back to doing what she was always doing. Laying around the infirmary and picking at ice from the walls.
❝ BUT I READ THE SIGNS FROM YOUR HEAD TO YOUR TOES ❞