Moonspear everything i've got to give

The ghoul still ached in every inch of her body. She hurt in areas that she did not know were possible, and she cowered in the darkness of her new pack with a fearful eye on those who surrounded her. Lucy did not trust them; she did not trust anyone. Despite her promise that was made to Charon, the shadow was taking her time in getting well. She had opted to scope out her new home in order to find the best hiding places. She had been fortunate enough to find a small series of caves in the mountain that allowed for her to hide without the companionship of other wolves. In the night, she would hunt to deposit small voles and rabbits into their caches and then sleep through most of the day. It was working well enough for her.
 
During that portion of the day, she had taken to creeping around in the shadowed areas of the pack. Lucy had not come across many of the others, until she managed to stumble upon a dark-furred young man with tropical green eyes and a coat that reminded her distinctly of her attacker. With soft, bristling fur, the ghoul watched him. Her pale blue gaze was trained to his face, but she could see no malice there. After a few moments, she stepped through the brush and nodded to him. Still a fearful distance away, her limbs were rigid and her eyes were wide.