Moonspear to wait for my father, to gather up his tools

After parting with Hydra, she headed back to her den, desperate for some time to herself away from the condemnation of the pack. She deserved it, more than they knew, but it didn't make it feel any better. She was a mess, honestly, and she wasn't sure how she would be able to function living with so much guilt and regret. But, she had to figure out, and if she was good at anything, it was preserving. She had never done so in the face of such a heavy situation, but what choice did she have now?

She padded quickly and quietly through the forest at the base of the mountain, too focused on making it to her den to notice the shadow at first. But when she did finally see him, she froze, ears falling as wary eyes flicked between him and the ground. Quietly, she waited for him to approach, assuming he was here to dole out his own punishment.