Blackfeather Woods Darkened soul, darkened actions

I'll wrap it up!

Nemesis watched as Burke bid his goodbyes, that left her once again in deep thought. Sparring with another troubled her, her restrain only held back the bare minimum. Though Meldresi's remedies and self calming advice did seem to shake off the impending stress that led to her aggravation, she had long to go before any significant improvement showed. Though she valued every member of Blackfeather, one thought always led to another when faced in a possible danger situation. What stopped her from going too far? She was not melodramatic, but the concern for her well being weighed on the thought of one little slip up. All it took was one little taunt, one little mistake to send her flying over the edge. 
But her success relied on her ability to restrain her conscious, that was so heavily soaked in the toil of every fault that had come her way. She had to resist, no matter the situation. 

Turning the opposite direction, she walked solemnly to her moderately comfortable den. The only good news that had been graced upon her was Burke's approval of her work so far. Yet, however promising the fact was, there was still plenty of time to mess up. Aren't you a little ray of sunshine today, she spoke to herself, grovelling at the feeling. But she refused to feel sorry for herself, it was weakness in itself. She raised her head, narrowing her eyes. If tactic was what he wanted, she would train to give the best. Lifting her nose to catch the breeze, she picked out the scent of deer, not too far away for her to tire.