Mitts sighed and got up. She walked over into the center of camp, her stomach trying to eat itself, and sat down. She felt horrible about what she did, and she hoped Flame and the wolves she had fought would forgive her. She don’t know why she did it, well she did but she didn’t want to accept it, but it was a bad thing to do all the less. She could’ve killed someone, she could’ve killed herself, she could’ve accidentally made it so the pack wanted to kill Flame. It was all a mess, and Mitts didn’t want to be in the mess.