Ziarre

Ziarre pelted into the central pack lands, past all the adults and scampered to hide behind a tree, crying silently. Her pelt lay limp, and her tail was fixed between her legs in terror and shame.

Misha

The white hybrid noticed the pup scamper behind a tree, not stopping to greet anyone. She walked over to the tree, noticing the pup's body language. "What ails you," said the huntress softly, so much not to scare her.

Ziarre

The yearling sighed and turned her face away from the female, ashamed. Kali and I had a fight... and Mama's mad at me. Mama told me not to question how Kali did things... but... I couldn't help it. And now I'm in trouble... And she trailed off. As she turned to look at Misha, a dejected face showed itself. She was not in the habit of getting in trouble with her mother; that was Saxton's capacity. She decided she didn't like being in trouble.

Misha

"I'm sorry. I don't know who Kali is, but for your sake, I won't ask." She said this kindly, and then wondered off.

Karai*Ziarre

Karai came back into the packlands calmly, though her mind was roiling with things. She came to her daughter with an ugly parental LOOK. No more was necessary, for Ziarre knew exactly what she had done wrong. The yearling rolled, exposing her sensitive underside, and Karai smiled a little again. What haunts that one is none of our affair. All we can do for her is love her, just as she is, without trying to change her. Then, perhaps, one day, Kali will find the way home. And both turned to go back to the den.