King Elk Forest let's set the tigers free [pack hunt!]

in which brienne is depressed but still shows her face.

since her return she had isolated herself, her heart a prisoner in the walls she'd built up since her sudden and uncalled for disappearance.  the caring girl that had once stood in these bones had vanished, and a cooler, more calculated woman stood in her place.

when she heard delight's pack-howl to the air she wasn't even sure if she should go.  was she really still part of this forest?  did she really still matter?  but she went anyway, because somewhere she was still dedicated to the pack she'd done wrong.

she limped in, and as delight explained the reason for their gathering the light barely flickering in her was forcibly sucked out.  a hunt.  

how could she participate when she was injured?  she cast a glance at her wounded leg and the deep gashes on her side that burned as her breathing hastened.  

useless. useless. useless.

she creeped back as far as she could while still being "present", away from the bright new faces.  she didn't need to dampen their spirits.