Dawnlark Plains talking trash under your breath

Raid was an indecisive creature, most of the time. When with others, she preferred to allow them to make the decisions - not because she was incapable, far from, and if it the situation ever called for it, Raid would take over and lead in a blink of an eye but rather because for the smaller things, she'd rather let them choose. Most of the time, she didn't mind whatever decision they made and would be good with anything but whenever she made the choice, she was constantly paranoid that they said they didn't mind but actually did mind and now harboured some vague sort of resentment for her.

Occasionally, however, Raid knew for sure what she wanted, what she needed and what she had to do. Though she needed time to think through her plan of action, she would do whatever it was she had to do when the deadline arrived. Today was the deadline. She would leave, no matter what. She couldn't stay here anymore. It was unfair to her, and unfair for them (she hadn't been putting in her heart and soul for the pack, after all). She needed time away. Time to find herself again, and think through her feelings and thoughts and...Harley's sudden reappearance. 

Swallowing hard, the weight of her burden and soon-to-be said words heavy on her shoulders, Raiden began to search through the territory for @Grayday, @Dawn and @Aditya, hoping to at least find one of them. The talk would happen no matter what.