Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

She fell into uneasy step next to Shisu, who looked just as worried. "Tell me about it," Maegi remarked wryly out of the corner of her mouth, casting a glance to Mou on the sidelines. "I'm a terrible hunter. Hope you're better than me." By the looks of the gray wolf, she doubted it--but one never could tell. Perhaps Shisu was just concerned about performing in front of new packmates.

Maegi picked up the pace, soon falling behind as her twisted forepaw didn't permit the easy, rolling gallop of the rest. Gods, this was embarrassing. She thought about just disappearing into the tall grass, running back to the forest. . .but she'd be found out, anyway. Even worse than looking weak was looking like a total slacker.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, huffing and puffing even at this juncture. She took longer strides, hobbling on three legs and hoping to gods there weren't any gopher holes out here--or, at least, if there were, that she missed all of them entirely.