Discordia padded around the borders of Jakten a little closer to the inner reaches of the pack. She had considered her conversation with her father. Even though the others may not like her, a small piece of her kept vigil. Not only for those missing from her trip, but she also noticed some of her own littermates missing.  Momma and Daddy were busy, she knew that, but she could still keep an eye out, right? Plus, she wasn't going too close to the borders, just enough to see if there was something that she remembered them smelling like. Maybe even glimpse one she remembered.

A little part of her felt selfish for wanting to find them herself; she wanted to be loved by them or at least liked. A little part of her wondered if she could help them if maybe they would like her too? Still, Daddy had said to be careful because some didn't like her being nice and sweet. Her ears folded slightly at the thought. Quickly, she corrected herself, mimicking the way Mama held herself. She could be just as pretty and brave as Mama. Lifting her head, she practiced stalking the area until she was pretty sure she looked like a princess should...well, until a small bird caught her attention.

As it flew around her head, she laughed and nipped at it playfully, a paw batting in its direction. I gotta practice, I can't play. She said softly to the bird that chirped and seemed to land on a nearby branch. She settled on her haunches for a moment, staring up at the bird. She loved home. Loved trying to be the princess she was meant to be, and yet she couldn't help but wonder what it was like to simply exist and be viewed as she viewed the little creature.

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