The Joys Spring Can Bring

The red brown and russet woman would look at Huata when she would speak, a soft smile on her ebony lips. Then Misha's sapphire blue orbs would widen, a gasp escaping her ebony lips. "Sh-shunned?" She would stutter out, looking at Huata with concern in her expression. "Why would your own pack betray you like that?" She would ask her, holding back a growl from her throat. She couldn't understand how one's pack- one's own family could do something as horrible as shunning their own pack mate. Misha would look at Huata, trying to see why they would shun such a nice female as herself.