One rolled off and bonked its head

By the time they re-entered pack territory, Calamity thought she was going to pass out. The adrenaline had long since worn off but Toxicity still seemed to be riding high. She appreciated the silence on the way back, if only because the sound of her own thoughts were deafening. Did they do the right thing? Were the gods happy? Could Toxicity even ever truly know if the gods approved of what they had done? Were they also tainted by the Klein blood that ran through their veins? Was it hypocritical to demean mortals when they came from a half-godless union? If the punishment was suitable, what did that mean for Toxicity's role in the pack? Would she often be asked to judge others for their sins? What constituted a sin? Her head was spinning so quickly that when Obi threw down a pile of furs Calamity simply collapsed into it and waited for her heartbeat to slow to its resting rhythm. Eagerly she sipped from the cups provided and almost greedily indulged in the meat. There would be answers soon, she was sure of it. Someone would continue to guide her and put her on the right path. Whatever that meant.