Vivian was working at the wound with her muzzle, trying to reach the bullet. She sat at the edge of her den, and eventually gave up, looking out over the camp. When she noticed Shadow padding back towards the light pack territory, she got up shaking her black fur off. Then she slowly limped over, Spitting the bullet out of her mouth as she got to him. She had picked it out, and she had regained feeling in her legs thankfully, but they were still partly messed up.
Vivian needed something to do.