Bearclaw Valley Screaming, shouting, throwing your glassware to the floor

Slightly backdated to Nov. 21st, taking place after this thread

Returning to Bearclaw, Milan trotted swiftly through the territory with the intention of returning to her den. Pure liquid embarrassment was flowing down her cheeks now - she felt pathetic.

The woman wanted nothing more than to curl up and sob until she felt better. She knew that it was surely not this big of a deal, that her tears were not warranted, and yet this only made her feel far worse. She took such pride in her ability to comfort other's, yet in the face of her own feelings it quickly became too much to handle.

She wished not to be seen in her sorry state, and yet she wished for a shoulder to cry on all the same.