Damayanti had an aching muzzle, it hurt to eat or drink from Tenzin's bite. God why did she have to get the two most bitchiest wolves in the pack? Perhaps it was more along the lines of her frustration and lack of a warrior spirit. Could it be that it was fading? Was her warrior heart not truly a warrior anymore? She shook her head, it was jibber jabber she was saying. Or course she was still a warrior at heart. She always was, and always would be. She was down the mountains nearly now. She needed a few things, but she could not get them. It made her angry. It hurt to even talk.

She let her tail hang, no wag or anything to it, her ears flattened because of her sullen and defiant mood. She had a slow walk, she was in no rush to get anywhere. She scented the air, making sure no wolves were around, none that could attack her in her weakened state. She needed to rest and rethink her plan. But where could she do such a think without being disturbed? It was a mystery to her as she continued forward. She felt like an idiot, but a full submission would never happen. She'd challenge anyone who would try and force her into it. It made her mind melt to think a wolf would do such a thing.

She growled at herself, there was something crucial missing to her plan, it made her frustrated. Why was that feeling there, had she missed some detail? All the scents of ever being near Nomad's Pass territory had faded and she was determined to keep it that way... for now.