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Hecate had slowly been making steps back towards the tree line because of the attention she had recieved from Felicien and Sorrel. She still was not use to social interactions with wolves she did not know very well, the exceptions being Frith and Novella since they had given her more than she ever dare ask for herself. When Novella said there was nothing more to discuss and that every wolf could leave if they so desired, Hecate made a bolt for her small little den that she had dug out. She took a few deep breathes as her run simmered down into a trot before resulting in a fast-paced walk. She scolded herself for doing such things but her nature was difficult to change and running was part of her nature.

Nervously the girl crawled into the small but decently roomy hole underneath a giant tree near the falls to settle down. That was enough experimentation with pack life for one day. She dug up the cache that she had left there right before the meeting had begun. She pulled out the small and scrawny rabbit that she had caught and began to gnaw on it. She wanted to think about how good she had it in Threar, but the uncomfortable feeling from the meeting prevented her from doing so. She wanted to thank Frith and Novella for allowing her to live on their land for nothing in return but she could barely get a word out to them. How was she to get better?

(EXIT)