The Sentinels as the sun beat down

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Sacrifice. It had never truly been something she'd been willing to offer a pack, but if she died now it wouldn't simply be some high-minded martyrdom for a pack she'd only just joined — it would be a sheer practicality. For Lucani believed herself right, and Lasher hadn't contradicted her: was there really much use in keeping her useless body alive to eat their food only for her to die when famine truly hit? And it was not as if she had the strength to leave the pack — and even if she'd found that strength, what was out there for her? From what she'd seen between the great redwoods, more than Donnelaith had been stripped, and the cloud of locusts had been enormous. They'd filled the sky. They would not have eaten one territory only, she was sure of it.

She had decided there was simply no hope at all.

Thank you, Lasher, she uttered weakly after him, turning stiffly to watch him go. Thank you.

Then she turned her eyes upon the fish. It was beautiful, gleaming in the sunlight. But she daren't even imagine sinking her teeth into it. She would not eat it after what she'd just explained, and she would not let it rot here with her. So she summoned every iota of strength she could muster, and slowly but surely began to get shakily to her paws. She was set on a mission: to feed a wolf, any wolf, with this fish.