Phoenix Maplewood on high alert

Desna sniffled softly as she sat by the stream. It was all rather scary for her to see her mother all cut up and wounded like that. She had the feeling that she wasn't going to survive this. Her mommy... She couldn't lose her. She already lost everyone else. Her dad and brother had left for the dark woods and her sisters had distanced themselves so much. Desna was hardly in touch with them. Only her mother and now this happened. She felt rather hopeless. The girl even lost his appetite which was quite something for the slightly plump girl. Her fat was slowly diminishing with all her hunting, or well trying to hunt. But as a pup she was one plump little thing. For Desna not to be hungry or want food was like a bird that didn't want to fly. She looked up when she heard something. Her face turned into the direction of the noise. She remembered the female from at the scene but didn't know her really. Desna's ears fell to the side like one kicked little pup. She felt rather defeated, not caring if her pack mate saw her cry. She didn't want to hold it back. She was allowed to be sad about her mother.