Akira curled up in the shadow of a holly bush, keeping her eyes on the rest of the pack. Her eyes scanned the camp, taking in every detail as she mentally called Terra every nasty name she could think of. The taste of his blood lingered in her mouth, further souring her mood. She didn't remember her last pack being this difficult. They had listened and cooperated. Why wasn't this pack cooperating just as well? What was she doing wrong?<br/>"Nothing," she told herself. "I'm not doing anything wrong. Everything is right. They just don't know how to keep themselves safe."