Set on the 17th, midday
Lenae didn't feel any different, if anything she welcomed the return to normality- or at least her version of it. But that in itself was supposed to be troubling, right? She couldn't quite wrap her head around it, that the lack of stink was a sign of things to come. Shock hadn't settled in yet, that would come later, as of then she was in denial, of sorts. There was no use in refusing to acknowledge the past,what was done was done. Even if in hindsight it clearly wasn't a clever move, she had enjoyed her time with Odin. He was good company and like the other wolves that gathered here, he made her feel safe.
Piety and Lorcan had insisted that something was amiss- for lack of a better word, rather Lenae didn't want to think of it- but...they had to be wrong. Not out of maliciousness but- somehow this all had to be a misunderstanding. Mother nature wasn't perfect, mistakes happened from time to time, surely the absence of her smell was one of them. Nothing more and nothing less.
Thinking of it that way made the shame, the embarrassment easier to swallow. They knew of her moment of weakness, it was laid bare for all to smell and she- Lenae didn't want to think of it, the sooner this was all brushed under the carpet the better.
Pushing herself up onto her feet, Lenae shook off her coat and padded along, heading west of the den. She had been idle for too long, it was about time she tried to pull her weight. Perhaps this issue would resolve itself, then everyone would stoop looking at her as though a bird had pooped on her face or something. But what if...what if it didn't? What if it got worse, or they were right? A whine pushed up against her sealed lips, what would she do then? Oh God- what if-
Lenae shook her head and forced a smile. She was better, things were getting better, there was no use in spoiling it all.