Golden Glade Let's not Shit Ourselves

When the snow crunching underfoot heralded Silas arrival, the puckish she-wolf cast him an open-mouthed grin and whined warmly to him. She was so used to being on the bottom rung that it never occured to her to even attempt to establish a place higher on the pecking order with this new group. Silas, taller and male, automatically possessed a higher status than her. But Jhala soon burst upon the scene and, with a happy bark, drew Moonbrook's attention outward once again. She observed Jhala make a grab for the bone, but Reek was too quick. Tapat, the forgetful boy, bounded along after the pair.

Moonbrook sprang into action and bounced on featherlight feet over the snow in pursuit of Jhala and Tapat. She laughed as she juked in an attempt to cut Reek off, but just as quickly as the game began, it all came crashing to a halt—literally. Tamborine's voice cut through the laughter and, like hitting pause, Reek halted. Moonbrook had to hit the breaks to avoid colliding with the Alpha male. She skittered sideways to avoid steamrolling Tapat and collapsed into a bit of soft snow.

Her ears perked and her eyes fell upon Tambourine, who'd retreated to a place beside Silas. She wilted a bit when Reek began to reply and uncurled herself to stand, taking a step towards them to rejoin the sort of circle that had formed. The grayscale girl looked down at her paws, and how they splayed against the snow, suddenly very interested in the little prints her pads made. Since the attack, Moonbrook had made a strong point to not think about anything they did to get here. It was too difficult to process. But now it was out in the open, and she didn't know how to handle it.

"C'mon, guys, do we have to talk about this?" She asked sadly in a last-ditch effort to bury the misdeeds under the rug and never ever talk about it again ever. "What's done is done, right?"