Otter Creek The Darkness Will Rise...

Nightwing was quite happy now, the happiest she had been in some time, but still there was a lingering doubt in the back of her mind. She'd have to explain the predicament. "I..." she began hesitantly. "I'm not sure what I would do as a member of your pack, though. Every member has a job, right? Every member has to pull their own weight. And I... I have a problem there. First of all, I have no idea what I'm good at. I can hunt and fight like any wolf, but not very well. And I have no skill in healing or astronomy or anything like that."

She took a breath, gathering her thoughts. "The other problem is that I'm... completely nocturnal. I... I can't stand the sun. It hurts me. It burns. I can't go out during the day at all. I have to wait for the sun to go down at night before I come out, and I have to be hiding somewhere dark before it rises in the morning. Otherwise I literally go blind. So... I think I'd just be a burden if I... if I joined your pack."

Nightwing let out a sigh, sitting down. She knew she'd be rejected now, and just go back to being on her own. And some part of her was okay with that. It was what she was used to, after all. Still, she longed for the company of a pack. Someone -- anyone -- other than the Voices to talk to...