Porcupine Ridge wizened and weary

With her mood sobered, she smiled at Novak again, though the expression didn't crest into her eyes. She was honestly disheartened that she wouldn't be able to hunt now, or in any of the soon following days. It was something she hadn't thought of yet. "Yes, I suppose it'll just have to wait until then," she sighed, peering to her left before drawing her eyes slowly back to the cream mountain of a wolf before her. "I feel really useless now. I was already struggling to catch something... What— what if my leg never heals? What if I'm never able to provide for the Ridge?" she asked, her uncertainty mounting to new and sudden heights.

Novak was quick to soothe Diane's worries. Before parting ways soon thereafter, he had made sure none of her self-depreciative thoughts remained prevalent. He made her feel slightly better, if only it was because she had to pretend to be alright for his sake; to make him stop worrying. She watched him go fondly, the tip of her tail wagging, sadness creeping in his absence. But not long after this, Taggarik calls for the assembly of his followers on the Thunder Dome...

Decided to fade this here, because it was getting a little outdated. Can't wait for another thread!