Mitts stumbled out of her den. She had been in there, not feeling well, for days now. Her voice was still gone and she was still having those shaking fits or whatever they were. She couldn’t remember any of them so she couldn’t vouch for their existence.
So much had changed in the past week or so Mitts wasn’t even positive this was the same camp it had been all her life. There were tons of new wolves and she was an upper mid ranker now.
After stumbling over to the food pile, she noticed it was empty. She was starving, so she hoped a hunting party would go out soon.