//{Dated after she gets her role at le pack meeting that has yet to take place}\\
Anger. Distrust. Hatred. All words that Ashanti could use, after all, they had all betrayed her, leaving her to rot in the dust as a damned pup sitter, a pup sitter who had to look at the children that she could not bare to face all day. The need to get out of the Thicket was great in her, she would do anything to have an excuse to leave. An excuse to get away from them all. The liars who said what a great healer she would be to the pack. The traitors who had decided that her true passion was not best for the pack. The leaders of them all who had besmirched her talents in the healing arts all because she was raped.
Tradition. Horror. Mistrusted. All words she would use to describe Secret Woodlands. It was the tradition that only pack leaders had pups, and even in severe cases of force-breeding like this, that the mother be killed. It was a horror just to let Ashanti live, they were going, and they were torturing her, they condemned her to a fate far worse than death itself. It was mistrust that now held her heart. Perhaps that one man, the arctic she had attack, had been right. What it they just wanted to use her? What if she was the rightful ruler? They just hated her, it was like she would never, could never win. She didn't love anyone, only her children. There had been a point of time where she put all her love and devotion into her pack leaders, but that taught her one little thing. The more you love, the weaker you are.