Whitebark Stream clear-headed

Chai was still feeling a little nervous about being in a pack again. But with Bhediya around, a woman that she admired, the timid she wolf felt a little more at ease. What kept nagging at the back of her mind was, if she wouldn't fit in here. If she didn't get to know everybody, remaining a part of the pack but not truly integrated. She felt that is what had happened back in Kaistleoki, though she didn't blame any of them for it. It was her fault. Chai swallowed a lump in her throat, determined to make an effort this time.

She was still thin from lack of adequate food, and her muscles had weakened as a result. Being proactive, she opted to take a gentle jog along the length of winding river, to slowly work her muscles back into normal shape. Her paws hit the earth firmly, a dusting of snowy powder spewing up in their wake. Her chest heaved, breaths coming in rapid little puffs. By the upcoming stretch of stream, she spied the form of a pack mate, sitting peacefully. A pang of nervousness shot through her. Slowing, Chai released a gentle chuff, approaching with her head low in her classic timid fashion.