Blackfeather Woods 'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind

Hecate pushed herself away from the group. She felt as if she wasn't part of this pack, thus not worth being saved. She was going to get killed by Burke, probably. Wasn't worth wasting any supplies on her. She wasn't top priority here, and she would likely never be near top priority.
 "Not me," she said, "Him." She tilted her head towards the fallen wolf and then continued her 'journey' for Snake Root. 

  She could almost imagine getting ripped apart, limb by limb, as she staggered walked away. She felt as if it were happening right now, but it was just her reopened wounds. Bit by bit, she was clearly losing her mind. It was quite a shame, really; for a wolf with so much knowledge to go insane like this. Hopefully her mind would recover.