The Sentinels as the sun beat down

All welcome~ :) I love Lucani, but I want her state to be as realistic as possible for this epic new BWP. So let's just say, anything could happen in this thread. ;~; I'll go with it...

On the fifth day, Lucani really felt it. The hunger pangs had become unbearable, and the strange illness that sucked at her stamina had her gasping for breath, jutting ribs heaving as she panted nonstop. She was wasting away. And Lucani felt a lot then as she lay upon the shore, gazing out at the sea and glancing hither and thither for a fat fish to come slurping right up to her forepaws. She felt resentment for the wolf who'd poisoned her. For if she'd had her health, she would've been able to contribute to Donnelaith in the manner it deserved, especially in its time of need. But now she was one of the poor ones, perhaps the weakest wolf in the pack — and she was an unknown. She wasn't family. She hadn't established herself here. She had absolutely no right to go asking for food when Donnelaith had a pregnant female and young puppies to feed — and so she asked for nothing and slunk out of sight when anyone glanced at her starving figure, keen to hide her state from those who would give up food for her.

Too tired to shift her forepaws even as small waves began lapping at them, Lucani began to imagine what it would be like if she'd stayed at Sleeping Dragon. Oh she would've been killed outright, she was sure of it. Not by her Alphas, but by some wild-minded warrior who realised she was a useless mouth to feed, especially in the heart of a deepening famine. She did not think that would happen to her at Donnelaith, and so she did not think of leaving. She strived to survive, for Lasher and his friends and family, and for the desperate desire to be useful. To live. For she had no life if she didn't have a use.