Precarious Situation

Macawi growled softly. She was in no mood to be followed, especially not by a member of the Silvertip Mountain Pack. Had it been Erika, she would not have minded. She would have enjoyed the company. But no. It was the little black she-wolf, the only one who had not chased her. Macawi sighed. She supposed that this fact held the wolf in a better light than the others.

She slowed her pace to a stop, trying to think of what to say to her newest chaser, and finally, she turned and settled on the words, "What does this wolf want with Macawi?" Her usually light, laughter-filled voice now sounded only tired and worn. Her step held no bounce and her eyes held no cheer. She was - if only for the moment - broken.