Loretta glanced around towards the rest of the pack as she was brought out from the darkness of the cave. All but a few still looked ravenous and hungry. Their eyes gave away that they still thought of her as prey. And had their alpha let them, they would kill her in a second. The girl wasn't welcome among them. Loretta turned her gaze away, not liking being looked at with such glares. They seemed to pierce right through her, and it frightened her to think of how easily they could kill her. To them, she was as weak as the deer they had brought down so easily. That was no easy feat for her and often took a lot of arrows and knife work even after that to finally bring such an animal down.<br/><br/>As Loretta was set on her feet, she cautiously glanced around at the pack of still hungry wolves. With a edgy look, she moved a bit towards the meat that was left for her. Her steps were slow and careful, as if she was scared that any of the werewolves may suddenly attack her. As much as she hated to admit it, she really wasn't as brave as she acted. She had only put on that act because she knew she would end up dead no matter how she acted. But now that she wasn't going to die, she was frightened to death of what could happen instead. Finally she knelt down next to the meat, which was still mostly raw. A slight grimace crossed her expression, but she kept herself together and set to pulling the bloody meat from the carcass. She stuck the chucks on a stick and carefully cooked it near the fire, using what she could to cook it to the best of her ability. All the while, she could still feel the eyes of the wolves burning through her like the flames that surrounded them.<br/><br/>Once the meat had cooked, Loretta sat back down where she had been before. She ate with her head hung, not looking at anyone else. A slight spark of fear remained in her gaze, as she honestly wished she could just have been killed. Being terrified like this, not knowing if she would be attacked or not, was much worse than death. As she finished, she looked down at her hands. They were stained with blood, as was her dress. The scent sickened her, and she closed her eyes. 'I have to wash the blood off... If I stay like this, with this putrid stench on me, I'll surely pass out. It's disgusting. I'm sure these beasts have gotten used to it though. But I will never be like them.'<br/><br/>Loretta doubted she would ever fit in here. Being among these werewolves, these monsters in half human form...These were the beasts that she had grown up fearing, learned to hate and yet be submissive to because of their power over the town. She knew she was no threat, she was practically helpless. Even if she was to stay within the pack against her will, she would never be accepted. She would always be the prey, the weakest of the weak. The lucky girl who barely escaped her death. These wolves are just waiting for their alpha to become bored with her. And once that happened, she was done for.