White Wing moaned lightly, eyes focused on the clouds above, the winds stirred the long grass, and the songs of birds filled her ears. She had a lot on her mind, the umbra, the caren, the seemingly endless destruction of the forests, this mixed-up packed, they didn't seem to know whether they were coming or going, this internal struggle. Canth and the presence of leeches were the farthest things from her mind, but they had helped to start this seemingly endless wild fire.

Notions to turn on Canth had crossed her mind, but she could see that she was still honest in her fight and she would have long turned against them should she truly have been a threat. Canth was just as hurt and confused by all this as White Wing was. It was the others that made this hard, that seemed to creep in and tear the fabric of the pack exposing them to their fullest so the wyrm may come in and shred the body of the garou. This had to be stopped.

How though? How to make this bickering disappear, or at least subside so that they might fight this battle?

The wind whistled through the trees and in her ears. She deeply drank in the smell of the air, turning on to her stomach.

Troubles guiding the cub were evident, and with this interior struggle and no pack to support him, he was long headed for trouble. If he wasn't already in it. A strong pack was needed, to strengthen an existing one would be easier.

For the moment she would have to put her personal struggle aside, to put her doubts and fears behind her. Those long held reservations and vengeance filled thoughts would be pushed to the side. She could not allow her fellow garou to falter any longer, even is meant strengthening the pack from within, she would do it. Already she had stuck around too long to not be involved in some way.

Some pups needed a good spanking.

 

Anna

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