I've got me a shovel and I'm digging a ditch

It was good in some respects to see that Bass would listen to her words. The feeling of being respected and trusted ought to have been a good one though the defeated look that feel about him from realising she was right certainly wouldn't bring such feelings to her. In fact it pained her to see him like this and even more so to admit that she had no better solution for them or even one at all. He thought so highly of her, believing she would have some sort of better plan for them in the works and yet she had nothing at all. Now as he looked towards her and questioned her on any ideas, that feeling of guilt and helplessness would consume her and ashamed by herself, she would look away from her nephew with a heavy sigh. "I don't know Bass. I really don't know."

How could her parents, her mate, siblings and family have put such faith in her in the first place? Bass' plan may have been a risky one but at least for a moment he had boldly stated what he could do. Right away she had perhaps cowardly abandoned the idea of fighting from her mind. She would sensibly put it down to her children, and her pack but how much of that was the truth and how much of it was that lack of faith in herself? Those short lived moments of pride when she had first created Threar had certainly faded now, replaced by that similar doubt when she had first been nominated to lead.