Terror, it was all the ebony medic felt as she looked out of the healer’s den. She had been avoiding her pack mates at all cost over the past week. Scared that they would find out what she had done, though she knew it was only a matter of time, if some didn’t already know, suspicion would soon be hot on her paws. Sylva knew the law, she wasn’t even going to try to plead ignorance to it when the time came, her fears weren’t of Gent hurting her, but being chased off. White Fir Notch was all she had come to known, and now, it was in jeopardy because of one foolish night. Thoughts of the white male came drifting back to her mind with a soft whine, she still had feelings for him, but she couldn’t put a name to them
Laying there in the protective shade of the den, Sylva sighed, she’d have to come clean, it was the only way she had any chance of salvaging her presence within the pack, maybe she could beg for mercy, to face anything but but exile was better than banishment, because now, for her, alone out there, it would be a death sentence, not just for her, but for what was growing within. Slowly and reluctantly, she raised her muzzle to the sky, pausing for a moment, it’d be so much easier to just run away, maybe she could start over in a new pack, but then what? She’d seal her fate for sure with the notch, with her..family. She couldn’t do that to them, she’d face up to what she had done, and with that a howl went up for Gent and Jynx, asking them to meet her by the infirmary.