She was reluctant to go to the meeting. Thoughts of her previous fight still raged in her mind. Getting into a fight wasn't the main problem; keeping it a secret was. Some areas on her body still ached, though those bruises were invisible beneath her thick, alabaster coat. The bite marks weren't the same story. She had done her best to wash the blood off and disguise the scent, constantly rubbing her fur in an attempt to cover it up. Even if they did suspect something, she could always say she fell down a ravine or a badger bit her. Battle wounds weren't too distinguishable, were they?
At the sight of the crowd, sweat began to seep from her paws as her heart pounded against her chest. There were only a few wolves gathered, but that was enough to stress the Destruction woman. She felt so exposed, so bare; feeling their eyes burn her skin. Please don't notice, she silently prayed, taking a seat on the outskirts of the crowd, sending only a nod and weak smile to the Archangel. No matter how important this meeting was, she just wanted it to be over. She didn't want them to see her; not when she was injured. And then there was Miksa. Great. He was bound to notice something was up with her; he didn't have to see wounds for that.
