The events of the midnight run had been hushed, if anyone had questioned Clara’s absence on the final day of the festival, it was due to her first heat. It wasn’t embarrassing knowledge to be shared among packs, there was no stigma that came with she wolves in heat. Clara applies the last of the ointment Pluto had been kind enough to provide her with. The deep cuts barely visible, his lotion mind blowing with its effectiveness. There was no recollection of her first awakening, all she can remember is diving in front of Finnik’s claws. She’d had nightmares for the last several nights, revisiting the memory repeatedly. Although the Suntra pack had a vigorous training regimen, usually, to be in genuine danger had been a completely different animal than the combat training. Clara had stern wor
