Cessair lay next to a barren blackberry bush and squinted in the glint of the snow, her eyes more closed than open. The warmth of a sunbeam on her back felt lovely. She wanted nothing more than to just relax and enjoy the quiet; it had been so long since she had the freedom to do so. But even though she was no longer starving and was safe from danger, worry still worked at the back of her mind. The long-time loner had finally gotten her wish -- a pack, a family -- but she was surrounded by strangers who didn't feel like family just yet and were probably as uncertain of her as she was of them.
That wasn't to say those packmates whom she had already met weren't kind to her. Quite the opposite! Minka Lagina, the leader of her new pack, was the first Black Thorn Downs wolf she had met, and the first thing the honorable woman had done was give Cessair food. She had been half-crazed and likely to drop dead any moment, more a liability than anything else, but Minka brought her into the pack territory to be healed. Now here she was, a member of Black Thorn Downs and getting stronger every day, but still no use to anyone. How would the rest of the pack react to her, a talentless stranger who has done nothing yet but consume their precious winter resources?
All she could do was hope for the best. Cessair was eager to meet her packmates and make new friends, but she was terrified of making a bad first impression. She began licking absently at her shoulder in an attempt to clean up her still-ragged fur. It was a hopeless endeavor, but she figured she might as well make the attempt. Cessair wanted to be her best -- to become her best -- for her new pack. She knew she had a lot to learn.