Hoshor Plains The burn marks on my epiano won't go away

She was deep in her own head.

Her stride was long as she paced circles around the camp, ostensibly checking on each of the Moonglow wolves she passed, but really she was thinking.

A thousand things on a mental checklist, none checked off.

Then, she near ran smack into one of the items on that checklist, slamming on the breaks just in time to avoid a collision with her littermate.

Inkalorë! She shoved the mental turmoil under a mental rug, and put on a smile.

A lot of wolves out, hm? Totally not awkward conversation to have with your sibling.