Ankyra Sound shame spiral

Caiaphas' screech echoed in Rosalyn's ears and she flattened them, miffed to have her nap interrupted.  What the hell?

She was doing nothing now, though the low caches were a problem she was just as intent on fixing as the other Saltwinter wolves.  She was only lazy when it suited her, and food was not something to trifle with.  She'd intended to forage after a quick rest, but the call changed that.  Irritated as she was by the interruption, she was also curious.

And look at what the tide drug in.  Vlad.  While his leaving had disappointed her, she hadn't the anger the leader obviously held.  She didn't blame him; this pack did not seem one of loyalty, but of convenience, and if a greener shore appeared of course he'd chart a course.  Who wouldn't?

She stared, but sat down, obviously holding no intent to keep the former (briefly) beta out.  It wasn't her fight and as far as she was concerned, he was welcome to help and depart as he pleased.