Scarcity

"Nothing," She muttered as a frustrated sigh left her severed lips. There were plants but none that she could use for healing, and her anger a bitterness were starting to get the best of her. She didn't want to fail her family, not again, she had to make up for her lack of strength and migthiness she always saw on her sisters. She knew they would never treat her any less due to her reduced size and now clipped appearance, but herself being her biggest critic felt like she had to push more and do more things in order to feel like she is doing anything good for them.

Finally she spotted only a few plants, barely enough for any real use. Ears pinned, but at least was something right? But as she went to catch it with her jaws a noise followed by an squeak broke with the dead silence this place had held, making herself to jump and get on defensive posture, tail rose above her back as her lips curled back showing up her teeth.

Her only good eye narrowed. "Who is there?!" She snarled. Perhaps it was a tad bit of an exaggerated reaction but after all she had been through there were no room for softness any longer. "I am not afraid to fight if I have too!" She stated as she walked towards, finding a wolf yet one who didn't seem to be a threat but she knew better not to trust. Yet she dropped her aggression a bit.

WC- 740 / 1500

"Petra Morningstar"