Maybell
Maybell sat in the snow and stared at the ground. It was cold and the wind was whipping at her fur telling her to give up go home back to the warm den she now called home, but she couldn't. She had traveled quite awhile to visit the old sit of her first pack. It was the anniversary of her first pack's demise. She looked around and then let out a low sorrowful howl that echoed against the mountains around her. She wished her brother was here with his small quiet nature, but his strong will to go on though he was the runt of the litter. She wished that he was here to say that her efforts weren't a total loss and that she had saved him, but she didn't know that and the memory of her sibling's cries for help when they were caught and slaughtered reverberated in her ears.
Turning away from the scene to get the thoughts out of her head she headed back home. It wasn't too far, but still the walk there felt like forever. The walk now didn't take that long and soon she was back in pack territory and tired. She headed back to the dens taking the long way so she could get the thoughts out of her head and not worry anyone because she was depressed. The other females were probably all in high moods at the moment, because they were all in heat, but May didn't feel the same way, so she needed to clear her mind before returning to the dens so as not to upset anyone.