Luck wasn't sick per-say but she wasn't well; she was spiralling into a deep depression, she couldn't bring herself to care any more, she was barely eating, only really staying awake enough to nibble on left overs or an unfortunate mouse who wandered into her vicinity. She had sequestered herself away, the only thing she felt anymore was shame, she couldn't bring herself to be seen by the others and yet she didn't care to care for herself.
The call for the meeting had woken her from a fitful slumber and a small part of her mind began to scream that she needed to get up, she would lose her home if she didn't get up and start trying to fix things. The rest of her wanted only to go back to sleep, usually the small part of her mind was drowned out but this time it refused to be silenced and as Luck found it harder and harder to focus she finally submitted to it and sluggishly dragged herself to the meeting.
She was late, very late and as she approached she kept her gaze down, tail tucked between her legs. She was ragged and emaciated, she felt a flood of shame wash over her and she lingered only on the edges of the gathering of wolves, wishing she could just vanish completely.
"Speech"
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