sucks to be you

Time had passed in a manner both slow and fast. The she-wolf could no longer say how much time had passed between now and then. The image of Kanik, of Wicked, flashed across her vision, stark whites and reds and feelings of anger so deep that it sought to consume her. But she was not mad at the male, or even at the coyotes; her rage was directed inward now, consuming her thoughts until she wasn't sure who she was any longer. It was no amnesia but perhaps she wished it were, knowing in her heart of hearts that she no longer deserved the rank or role she had taken up here at the Spire. Her utter failure would not be forgotten and she would not allow it to, even if others forgave the grievous mistake.

Such were her thoughts as she stood at the borders, gold eyes peering out over the lands the stretched beyond the reach of the peaks the wolves of Tartok had claimed. And that too, she would shed, worthy of its honor no more. More and more, she had ventured away from the Spire, trying to decipher her own thoughts now. She had failed to protect a new member, and had allowed the endangerment of the Alpha pairs pups, something no self-respecting Warden, or Beta for that matter, would have allowed. Over the days since the attack, her mind circled around one, simple decision and the more she weighed her thoughts and her error, the more she knew it was the right one.

Her call was short, wanting no more attention than the one she had called for, especially not from anyone other than her own aokkatti, @Iqniq.