Melonie hid herself in the back alleys of the festival. Although she could just return to the packhouse, the tears began falling too quickly. She refused to be seen as weak, so she chose to hide between buildings behind tents. She leaned against the wall, trying to furiously wipe at her weeping eyes. It felt like an eternity passed before they finally stopped. She was still taking shaky breaths, her howling pacing and howling out of control inside. How she wished she had her medicine right now.
When she got upset, Melonie’s wolf was difficult to control. She liked to go on a rampage, pushing around anyone in her way and not letting anyone else back in for hours. The medicine didn’t help Melonie much, but it partially subdued her wolf so that she would remain in control of her actions, or
