Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Doe's tail flicked in irritation as her attack fell a little flat. Her delicate ear had been caught by the warrior, proving once again that the scrappy little shewolf was just not the same caliber as her friend.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she sighed, ears flattening in embarassment. "I don't have the right instincts for this - I just have really good 'get-out-of-the-way' skills."

She was not as proud of this as she once had been. In her old pack, it hadn't been necessary to fight. They'd been at peace with all the packs around them, switching members and adjusting territories as nature dictated. Here, it was different. Here, their only neighbors were already wary, and they had no one to help them if wariness turned to anger. She had to be able to help herself. To help her pack. To help Laggy, but how could she do that when she was just tiny, anxious little Doe?