Dragoncrest Cliffs is the fairest thing on the black earth,

Since the competition, Chacal had done her best to keep to herself- though she had begun to put a more concentrated effort into honing her hunting skills. It was difficult to do- winter made hunting a tedious task, as it took more energy to run through the snow, and there were several prey animals that went into hibernation and were no longer available. She'd caught a mole earlier, and had eaten it, though it hadn't been enough. She wanted to have more to show for her efforts, but she had to keep herself fed as well. Just another way she found herself slipping into disappointment. 

So when she heard her Maman's voice calling out for her, she stiffened, and lowered her head. She still felt ashamed of having left the meeting- but she felt her actions had been justified too. Of all the wolves in the pack to be chosen to participate, she had expected that her blood-right might have given her at least some entitlement. It was a lesson she did not take kindly, and likely not one she would face only the once. 

Regardless, she wouldn't run away from her mother again. So she turned to face her mother, though she avoided eye contact. She sniffed, her whiskers twitching, as though to ask her mother what was expected of her.