sucks to be you

He was quick to show and for that, the wolf was thankful. She had nothing to offer him in his approach and nothing to even begin to make up for her mistake. Her companion's question about fun drew nothing but a thin, grim smile from her, a vastly different demeanor about her. Her posture reflected the rank befit a lowly subordinate or loner, because for all she had tried, she was not cut out to be part of a team. 

She had to burst his bubble, and did so without beating around the bush. "I cannot stay here. I have failed every wolf who lives within the Spire, and I have failed your children." She had thought over and over how she could have missed the coyotes, how she could have let them slip by. The answer was simple: she had not been attentive enough. There was nothing more blatantly obvious than that. 

"I do not deserve the rank of Beta, or the honor of Tartok. I must remove myself from both." The words hung heavily in the air, dropped like the bomb they were.