Moonspear pardon the autocorrect

wolf exposure therapy for Kusuma <:

Her nose wrinkled at the stank of wolf. 

She sat in whatever corner she could find, slipping quietly from shadow to shadow in a vague and fruitless attempt to hide herself. Watching, waiting. 

Waiting for what? 

Courage.

Kusuma had always been easy to spook; skittish. It was never a requirement of her to be brave; but now she sit within a pack of the very thing that had once held her disdain. 

It wasn't their fault - they were innocent of the wolf-raids on the coywolf pack. She knew that. 

But they were so much larger than she; with tooth and muscle far exceeding her own. There was sense to staying - if she befriended them, they'd protect her from wolfs who may not be as passive. Wolfs that wished to swallow her whole.

And... the pups she hoped would love her.