Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

Compliments were few and far between. For the amount of effort she put into proving herself, she certainly didn't hear much praise. The extrinsic motivation made her ponder for a moment, how much it might be worth to stick to the pastures she had. Perhaps the grass might be greener somewhere where she would not be overlooked by blood ties. 

She tried to push those thoughts aside. The fractious woman had given her one compliment. Surely, she was simply overlooking all the nice things her packmates had told her in the past. She was sapped for attention, lapping it up now like a hungry kitten. 

"Thankth." 

She couldn't say more. She couldn't think about it anymore. She had a father, she had a pack. She had just shed blood and torn flesh for that pack. Surely, she was earning her way toward her goal. 

She too turned, and ambled back toward where the rest of her band was gathered, in preparation for the hunt, left feeling somehow incredibly lucky.