Sira had been sulking about the hunt, they were successful except for her role. She missed the baby moose and it got away. She felt horrible and though they got plenty of meat out of it, she felt she didn’t deserve it. It also opened her eyes to the world of wolves... she knew they were powerful, but to take down such huge animals. She may be good at hunting small things but bigger stuff? No way, she was frightened enough with the baby moose and it outrunned her in her secui form.

She was still brooding at it. Hating herself for she couldn’t do anything. Can’t do anything. Stupid jackal; worthless. The words wound through her head as she curled up a little ways away from the communal den. She cried, and it showed, with her puffy bloodshot eyes. She hated herself right now and it hurt that she was filling out but still not finding anything that she could do properly. She sighed hating herself at the moment, perhaps it was best if she left and became worthless again, at least then she wouldn’t feel like this. The jackals mind forced her to see the leader of the now two wolves not too far away, laughing at her, beckoning her forward and she stiffened. Could she really go back? Could she take all that pain again, even when these wolves showed her so much kindness?