drowning in hatred

Her master must be furious with her. By the time she had returned to his den from looking for her own he was already gone. The prey she had been to deliver to him was in her mouth as she managed to move through the territory to try to find him. She was having little luck but she did know that in the snow right now she would be the easiest thing to track. Her paw pad had busted open now and she was limping slightly but once she found him she'd be able to drop off the fish and then she might be allowed to go to her new den. His howl had her pausing before turning towards him and moving to find him.

As soon as she did her ears fell flat. She slowly limped towards him and then sat with her eyes on the ground. She was waiting for him to acknowledge that she was there. Though she did place the fish on the ground as she waited. Her jaw was sore from holding it for so long. She knew one of the ladies here but the other she was unfamiliar with. She really wasn't sure what she was doing here right now but she did hope that he would dismiss her and she would be free to go before the one she did know started in on her. Her tail was tucked and head lowered. She was hoping his anger wasnt too great. After all she had found her own den, which wasnt far from his and had a nice view next to it. One she could watch the free things from. She longed for that freedom back but knew it likely would never be hers again.