Shadewood Tired Eyes

For one as young as Chacal, the move from their moors to the Shadewood had been very tiring. Even since the journey, her days were tiresome- like a terrified rabbit, she spent the majority of her time anxiously hunkered like a fawn in the timothy, emerging tentatively when one of her mothers was near, but dreading the moment that one or both of them might go off to hunt or patrol. The quiet child became more withdrawn. While she did not voice her complaints or whimper to express the stress that she didn't understand, she often bore a distant, wide-eyed stare that rarely softened. 

There were rare moments where she would be alone, and all the more frightened. All she'd needed was to give her mother a look to let her know that she begged to be given just enough freedom to go far enough and do her business. She skittered through the rainsoaked grasses, casting a glance over her shoulder every now and again. She didn't want to go so far that she'd be too far, but she was also a very private and self-conscious wolf, and wanted to be able to relieve herself without being watched; and she felt like her bladder would burst if she waited much longer. Once she could no longer see her mother- or anyone else for that matter, she found a spot and hunched, casting her tense stare straight ahead as she relieved her bladder, praying for it to go as fast as possible- so she could hurriedly scurry back to her mother as soon as possible. 

Once finished, she skittered off into the rain- but a clap of thunder and flash of lightning overhead caused the girl to nearly jump out of her skin, and when she landed, she ended up pointed in another direction. The wrong direction. She continued to scuttle through the wet grass, until eventually she slowed...It shouldn't have taken her this long to get back to her mother...But her mother was nowhere in sight.