awaiting wrath

Pestilence had returned home more scared then she'd been since the volcano erupted. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to start sharing such blasphemous information with another pack even if it was true, though she'd never thought on how her mother would feel if it ever got back to her. The disappointment in Deathbelle's eyes was something she'd never seen directed at her before, and Pestilence hated the way it made her feel.

The pup lay dejectedly beside the shrine, awaiting her mothers return so that they might have the dreaded conversation that was promised. The volcano stared down at her and Pesilence glared back, her tiny body filling with hatred and shame and frustration. It all bubbled up at once and she cried out loudly in anger before covering her snout with her paws.