The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

Charon explained it satisfactory, or rather - Dhole did - Charon just confirmed it. When he addressed his question directly at Dhole it didn't escape June that she wasn't included. That was fine, she wasn't included in the adult's conversation back at the pack. She wasn't included in hunts, she wasn't included in border patrols. She was used to relying upon herself and Mason. She didn't need anyone else.

Not letting it get to her, for she really didn't care, June ignored the question and walked between the two talking wolves, quite deliberately, and went to inspect a plant the other side of Dhole. Although she fully intended for the distraction, she had let her face show nothing - instead it must have seemed as though she had just lost interest in the direction the conversation was going and found something more interesting in the plant.

The plant in question was quite heavily scorched - the fire must have done that - but even after these weeks since the terrifying event there was no sign of life around. She wondered if life would ever return to the forest. Paying absolutely no attention to any conversation going on around her, June patted the leaves of the plant, wondering if it would crumble like it looked or if it would stay intact and bounce back like a normal leaf would.