Cricket Creek Bog The world don't speak for us

It was months now, since Wraen had hunted something bigger than a hare, and with her feet still raw and healing, the pack hunt was badly timed. But with the birth of Wildfire's and Eljay's two children and with more coming in the following months, she reasoned that it would look bad, if she did not give the hunt a try. 

If any of you have had a blister, while wearing new shoes, especially, if that happens at the inconvenient moment, when you have a whole day ahead of you walking in those shoes, you will understand, how Wraen felt, when she ran along the rest of the pack. The pounding pain was hard to ignore, therefore her gait was an awkward mix of hobbling and leaping, but she tried her best to follow, what was going on and especially take notice of Kiwi's instructions.

While the rest advanced forward, she kept herself slightly behind the group, knowing that she would have the most difficult time to manouvre quickly, when it came to that, and that she should make her decisions more carefully.