Dragoncrest Cliffs and be yourself my ally in love’s battle

Sourly, she waited to see if anyone would notice just how miserable she and Valravn looked- or if anyone would address the fact that it didn't seem fair that only a few were allowed to participate. None seemed bothered, however; and even one of the two wolves she didn't know personally stepped forward- even though he had not been among the few listed as being chosen participants. Valravn had made his sentiments fairly clear- though there was still time for him to change his mind. Ruefully, she hoped he wouldn't- and that he would refuse to participate because she had not been among the first few chosen to do the Seafoam Run. She would't take part when the race was opened, up because she felt it hd been made open out of pity for those who hadn't made the first cut.

So to make her disinterest even more clear, she turned away from the others, and toward Valravn- and set about grooming the fur along his shoulders. She'd rather busy herself by doing something useful and caring, rather than pay attention to the others. She gave little more than a moody side-eye when her mother called out for the race to begin, but simply flattened her ears and continued to fuss over her brother, while a swelling ache grew in her chest. 

She just wasn't good enough. And it hurt. 

Grooming Valravn just didn't cut it, and when she heard the splashing of wolves nearing the shore again, she'd had enough. Not wanting to see the winner, let alone congratulate them- she wheeled away from her brother and disappeared off into the thicket without looking back.