the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

Jinx won't actually be present but wanted to reply as a lead in to my side plot. :D

Somehow, the addled female had drawn herself back into the protection of the Spine. The pack wolves had likely known she had departed, perhaps breathed a sigh of relief, but she wasn't done yet. Though she didn't know it any longer, there was a draw in her dying heart for this pine forest. She would return to it time and again as her mind deteriorated.

Wolves were howling, and the cacophony seared into her mind like hot prongs. She wailed and rammed her head against the side of a tree, frothing senseless words and dropping foam all over her paws. A smear of blood appeared on her scalp where the skin split from the force of her hit. The message in the howl was lost on her, so she responded to it not by going to it, but by letting out an anguished sound all her own, bestial, guttural, senseless, and wet. Then she began to walk, not toward them but away from them, with only the static of her mind for company.