Back to the jail cell

Freshly back from her little adventure outside of pack lands Theta had the slightest spring in her step. She had at least gotten some frustration out of her system and was ready to put up with these wolves just a little bit longer. Maybe she could find Tyto or Noir and rub it in their faces that she had left, oh that would be fun. She could just imagine the jealousy on the boys’ faces; this had been Thetas’ experience and hers alone. The thought crossed her mind to truly keep it hers but she threw that idea away as fast as it had occurred, gloating was just too fun.