Larksong Grotto Forget the flowers

She joined, almost reluctantly, her ears folded and her tail low. She sang with her pack as loud as she could, guilt gnawing at her poor conscious. Could Taggarik hear her? Could Capri hear her? Did they really care she was gone? She didn't warn them she was going, maybe they hadn't noticed yet. Would they notice? 

When their song finished, Jhala slumped to the ground, her ears still folded. After laying for a long while, she retreated into the sloppy den she had made, unable to sleep for the majority of the night.