Sun Mote Copse The thing about kinked tail

@Towhee 

The shoulder Wraen had injured during wintertime had begun to trouble her again, therefore instead of scouting the nearby territories of the pack or checking up on the guardians to see, how they were doing, she had opted to take it easy and have a day off from sovereign duties. With a shin bone of a deer, still surrounded by meaty remains, she kept herself occupied.

And just as a cup of coffee or a particulary amazing piece of cake can inspire us, her storytelling brain gears began to click and turn, while she chewed. The moment a particularly exciting concept of the story hit her, she stopped mid-chew and oblivious to the rest of the world, held on to that marvelous idea, frantically searching for ways to keep it's shine and novelty intact and polished. 

To the rest of the world it appeared, as if someone had cast a "Petrificus totalus" spell on her at the least appropriate moment.