Akira lumbered along the trail, methodically placing one foot in front of the other as she made her way back to camp. Her right hind leg lagged a bit, naturally, giving her a slight limp that she'd always hated. Others shouldn't see her as weak and vulnerable, they needed to see her as the strong, protective wolf that she was. She glanced around at the thought, making sure no one in the pack was wandering around. It was still early; the sun was barely beginning to appear over the tops of the trees. She needed to get back before anyone got any ideas and wandered off without telling her.