Wheeling Gull Isle xxiii. thirsty eyes and hungry hearts

           

It was early. Much earlier than the girl liked. But Padma supposed this was what one did when they were part of a pack part of a community. She had never been part of a pack long enough or with enough structure to realize the duties that came with the safety.

Padma still chose to remain farther from the group, stuck in the past loneliness that plagued her. She wanted to try, but every time she did she ended up angry and alone….again. So when the call rang through the air, following the crisp morning breeze, Padma honestly wasn’t sure what to do. She remained frozen for a moment, before donning a confused look and standing. Her lanky limbs carried her toward the gathering of wolves, her tail twitching restlessly behind her.

She had been practicing her hunting skills and was getting pretty good. Padma couldn’t help the bubble of excitement that started in her stomach. She could prove herself, just as she had proved to Strand that she was worthy.