need to work on myself

Things had been quiet in Avalon for way too long. Corbie admitted a large part of that was her own fault - she simply had never been a pack wolf, and the quiet had suited her well enough, and she hadn't really noticed it. It was an easy trap to fall into for her. But the quiet wasn't healthy for the pack, or the wolves who had joined her there, regardless of how comfortable it was. The complaisance they had fallen into despite the raid that had taken from their livelihood was exactly what had led to them losing the raid to begin with. She'd thought appointing a wolf to their defenses would have helped, but she'd been foolish when she'd done that. Not the assignment itself, but in that she'd simply set aside those worries because there was someone else to deal with it. She was the alpha - when it came down to it, everything in the pack was her responsibility, and she was ashamed to say she'd been shirking that again.

Her paws had taken her on patrol automatically while she rolled these thoughts through her head. She might as well do something useful while she mulled the issue over, after all. But though she ghosted around the pack lands and reupped the markers until her paws ached, she came to no real solution except that she needed to be active herself and could only hope it stirred her pack into their own activity. She wasn't the kind of wolf, or the kind of alpha, that would scold and bully and put ultimatums in place even if she wanted to. Sighing, she stretched a moment before continuing on the patrol.