Zafiro sat on the outskirts of camp, not bothering much to talk today; not that she typically did anyways. Her head was held high, plumy tail wrapped around her hip so that it blanketed her paws. As always, her expression was blank and her deep, dark brown eyes emotionless. A small hunger pang hit her, and she was well aware of Damon hauling in some large kill, but refused to eat until hunger became a real problem for her. She didn't have a big appetite and it's not like she was starving. So, ignoring her complaining stomach, she gave her hunger the cold shoulder. She probably wouldn't move much today unless instructed by the alpha. Mostly, she sat and observed all the wolves scurrying around and attending to their duties until summoned or needed.









