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She didn't know how long she was to stay, or if after her wound mended she would stay part of the pack. All Zarya knew was if you wanna keep your head, you have to keep your head low. She nodded at the gargoyle's grumbling speech. Zarya knew her eyes had uncovered her disappointment before, so she refused to meet the he-wolf's gaze.

      It wasn't Mahler she despised, nor the pack she resided within. It was herself she loathed, she was the cause of the resentment flowing through her veins. But still, her eyes flamed, her heart pounded, and it took all her effort to not just break apart with the pressure of her failure. Zarya withstood the hatred, composed her stature. The only giveaway possible would be the glare she now threw at her paws. Worried her voice would reveal her too soon Zarya stayed silent. If she didn't find something to distract her soon she would end up burning a hole into her forepaws with her still-smoldering scowl.