Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

The female heard the call when she was taking a drink by the stream. The stream had given her a few memories and she wanted to steer away from that since it made her feel that water was trickling down inside her bones. Vespera almost choked on her sip and had to cough a couple of times in order to catch her breath and shook her fur to get the bits of water off of her. The Easthollow girl craned up her neck and turned her head to the sound of the call but she frowned, her body felt glued to where she was and she didn't want to answer the call for she knew exactly who would be there. Her heart thumped at the thought of seeing him there but not in a good way, her fears rose up and she felt stiff. However, she obeyed Valette's howl eventually and whipped her body around and began sprinting to see what the commotion would be, but she felt like she could guess based on how happy her howl sounded.

Gotta deal with this bullshit someday... She growled to herself, she was anticipating that Greyback wouldn't be happy to see her and would want to chastise her for attempting to kill herself but she wasn't going to put up with his scolding.

Her strides were powerful and her jaws opened so that her tongue could fly helplessly in the wind, it felt good to run again and her legs were in need of this exercise. But by the time she got there, the residents of Easthollow had already begun to make their move towards the bison. The dark girl stopped in her track with her paws scraping deep into the dirt, she panted with her purple orbs scanning to see who was there. She laid her eyes on West, her heart sank and her nerves felt dead, the little pup was grown and sprinting happily with his mother, she wondered if he'd forgotten about her. Vespera's ears drooped at this thought and started to think it would be best if he didn't see her, would he even notice her? Would he ask about her scar? Would he even care at all?

Those thoughts escaped her as Greyback came into her view, her eyebrows knitted at just the sight of him and the conversation she had with Valette did resonate with her at all. She felt her fur prickle with fury but she soon became distracted and looked over to Valette, the Matriarch looked so happy, so happy that Vespera's gaze softened at the sight of her. Vespera looked out to the pack on the hill that she was on, they all looked so happy, she didn't have to go through their struggle, she didn't have to go through their shared suffering. The female looked down on her paws, they were pretty sunk into the ground if she said so herself with the snow surrounding her.

She couldn't participate. She felt that she didn't deserve to.

Vespera's gaze was gloom, she sighed a deep sigh with her ears folded back, she turned her body away from the hunt, away from the celebration. Her legs dragged as she walked away from the hunt, they would be better off without me, was all that she could think with her paws leading her back to the heart of the territory.