Firefly Glen change, change will preserve us

Tabriëlle waited until she was beyond the border and out of earshot to cry. Though her cries manifested in small, indistinct whimpers obstructed by deep breaths of discomfort. Tears throbbed down her face in angry testimonials, obscuring her vision and causing her headache to worsen.
 
She was alone.
And, worse than alone- she was changed-
now a mere skeleton of the beautifully confident shewolf she once was.
 
Tabriëlle licked her lips- an odd combination of parchedness and dampness. She cried until she could not cry any more. And she hated herself for it. Hated herself for all that was lost and all that could not be.
 
Then, she stopped.
Shakily she pulled herself up on all fours-
And began again.
 
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[Setting- Day
Location- Outside the FFG pack boarders]
 
Tabriëlle! Take your sister and run! We will organize the others. Tabriëlle!
What skills do you offer? There is no place for you here.
 
Deep in thought, Tabriëlle had not noticed herself slumping around in glop-like sand until it was too late.
 
Strange, she thought- glancing at the curious substance. It was unlike any she had seen before. The texture was…odd. “What are you?” she asked her muck-covered paw, her expression clearly disturbed.