The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

Blue Willow immediately felt guilty at her outburst, and even more so at the reactions it received both from the new wolf, who seemed fearful and her long time friend. She tilted her head and sighed softly. A furrow grew in her brow as she watched Dante walk towards the back and she shook her head. She would make amends later, at the moment she was too upset too. She knew her argument had been week, but she had not had the amount of time she needed to process everything, and like everything else she was finding it irritated her. Irritation wormed it's way into her heart on a daily basis, and she couldn't figure out why.

She shifted itching to return to the den, away from all the eyes and the wolves watching her. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts and her guilt.