Golden Glade But I'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly and pretend to check a text on my phone

Wisteria had a lot of questions about her family's move, but had yet to find her voice to ask them. Why had they come here? Who were these wolves? What was wrong with the Hollow, and why had none of the faces she remembered from there shown up here? How were Rannoch and Liffey leading in this pack without proving themselves? Wasn't the rest of the pack pissed off about that? She had no reason to resent being here like her brother and sister did, and she could only benefit from Rannoch and Liffey maintaining their status here, but Wisteria was nonetheless unsure about all of it.

She chewed on these thoughts as she wound through the territory in search of a cache to pilfer. The woods truly were beautiful, but with her head bowed and her eyes narrowed as she followed someone's scent trail, Wisp didn't notice. Someday when she was doing better and was more in the mindset of a pack wolf, she might look back on her reclusive and shady behaviour and feel bad about it. Right now, she needed to feed herself and pamper herself before she would be strong enough to contribute back.

Or at least that's what she'd say if anyone asked her.