Word Count :: 242 OOC: Set for Aug 11 in the morning.
After the incident with the she wolf, Sira felt down. X’yrin didn’t believe her. She said she was not really seeing anything and it felt horrible to be mistrusted. She sulked all that night but pretended to be asleep when X’yrin came back. Because she was so down she didn’t sleep, not to mention the encounter with the man that was out to get her. So when dawn came she snuck out before X’yrin was suppose to awaken and moved out into the open, staying near the mountain’s face until she found a small path that she found led up to a secluded place.
There she found a spot to curl up and have a little privacy to cry, which she held in all that night. Her tears were fat and numerous and she felt like a failure. She was doing her best to fit in with the pack, but it seemed she just wasn’t to be trusted even by the woman who saved her. Her mind reeled as she thought about it and the next thought that came to her mind made her cry even more. She didn’t belong in the pack, she was going to leave, she was probably meant to be with the wolves who had enslaved her, and it was far less confusing, albeit far more scary than anything she experienced here... Her mind kept fighting with itself as she let out the sobs of misery.
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