It's like a kind of torture to have to watch the show

Cricket already liked Medusa, she gasped when the leader mentioned being left to die in the tar pits, a heart wretched look of horror on her face! She had only known the woman for a few minutes but how could anyone leave her like that? Her back end gave a hopeful wiggle at the mention of friends and a pack. They were things Cricket had wanted as long as she could remember. But she didn't want to lead, she just wanted some company...

As the other woman became serious and addressed a number of questions to Ghoul, Cricket found herself inching closer to lean up against his foreleg. She barely resisted the urge to take shelter under the larger wolf, knowing his answers to these questions might just be the difference between her being welcomed or run off, although this was already further than she had ever gotten in approaching a pack before. Holding her breath didn't stop the quiver that wracked her tiny body, and once again she found herself questioning if she would ever be enough the way she was. Outwardly though, anyone looking at her would only see her slightly nervous grin as she awaited her fate.

“Speech”