Porcupine Ridge maybe we began and maybe we didn't

Self-loathing, while Queenie wasn't particularly experienced with it, was something that the huntress knew came in bounds these days. It seemed easier to find a wolf who despised their own existence than one who floated happuly through it, so she wasn't surprised when Kratha fell into the latter. I mean, of course she was to some extent; on one hand, Kratha seemed almost as proud and untouchable as Queenie (or Delight, even!), but it wasn't completely ridiculous that that might have been a part of a ruse.

You don't suck, Queenie cooed, kneeling down so that the two wolves were at eye-level, Get your sorry ass up and look for another way in. We don't have all day but we can't leave until you see this. So get up.