Silvertip Mountain This, too, shall pass

Niita hadn't seen many of her pack mates recently, given her trip to the glacier. The return trip had taken longer since she had to hobble back on three legs, returning in the dead of night and collapsing into her usual corner to sleep it all off. She figured her paw wasn't broken, only sprained since she could put a bit of weight on it. 

The pale girl felt useless, she couldn't help bring the pups back and she didn't know enough to provide comfort. Niita did feel bad for Steady and Krypton, most of the old pack was gone and now it was just recruits like herself. She could empathize a bit, having lost her own family, but she stayed away mostly to give the others space. 

Unsure of what else to do, given she couldn't hunt with a sprained ankle, Niita patrolled often. It was slow going and a bit painful but she did it anyways. It was one such time, that Niita came across Steady. 

He looked so forlorn, his fur ungroomed and his head hanging low. Niita wasn't sure if she should disturb him or not. Finally, she chuffed lowly in greeting, waiting to see if he wished to speak or if he wanted to be left alone.