She gave a shy smile, talking about herself in such a way felt wrong. It made her feel rude. She couldn’t think of what else she excelled at, what other things may make her more acceptable. She stood up to stretch her limbs, then rolled her neck until it felt unstrained. She was preparing herself for what was to come.
She took deep breaths, calmed herself. She didn’t want to look panicked, or scared, she wanted to be strong. If she were rejected, there would be no trouble. She’d leave on peaceful terms, and maybe find another pack. <b>“May we go now?”</b> <i>Before I lose my nerve.</i>
(This post was last modified: Apr 16, 2012, 12:46 AM by Treena.)