Qeya River Weary

Trepidation. Shame. Anger. Sadness. Unsureity. They all beat and thundered benath her breast. A slight limp to her leg where her leader had grasped her, her breathing slighlt labored at the bruise from where the other had hit her.

She had no recognized Kigipigak or the other she wolf. Still didn't know who she was. She had only done what she had her thoughts on Void. The color hadn't mattered. Someone had crossed their border and she had reacted. Now she wore the pain of it.

She shook her head and went the fartheat away from where the two leaders normally were. Her paws tearing up the ground leaving marks. Her own water quenching the earth. Marking the borders, making them absolutely clear. It was a busy task, but easy enough her mind could wander.