Silvertip Mountain Mama, I'm a big girl now

Adeline laid at the entrance of the den, much like she had every day since her attack. Her shoulder still hurt, though it was a little duller these days, and the torn flesh was beginning to mend itself. She groomed it often and was doing a mostly good job of keeping it clean. 

Until now, Adeline's life had been mostly sheltered and protected. She had never even had a hangnail, let alone any big injury. For the first week or so, the pup had mostly slept, finding it was the only way she got through the pain. Dad told her it would help her heal, too, if she didn't do a lot of moving around. 

While Adeline would follow his orders to rest and heal properly, her mind wandered. She had realized the attack hadn't saddened her. It angered her. She didn't feel much smaller than the rest of the pack, even though she seemed surrounded by large males, and so she felt like she should have been able to defend herself a little better than she had. She had grown a lot even in the past few weeks, and she knew she wanted more lessons from Ezekiel.