((That's soo cruel... then again, Konrad doesn't know the real reason she's crying over the poor hare... any of the other townspeople wouldn't have hesitated, but due to her past upbringing she can't stand harming animals))<br/><br/>Loretta sat back in her corner, her mind wandering all over the place. Part of it was back in Moonshire, wondering what her family was doing and if they were okay without her. Part of it was just nowhere in particular, trying to find peace and comfort in something else. Most of it was stuck her in the cave with her, thinking of why she was so important. Sure, she may have healing powers... but that made her suspicious. Konrad should have killed her with twice as much haste instead of keeping her alive. But no, she was a treasure and she was a prisoner instead of being free from this terrible living nightmare. She couldn't bring herself to terms with her new life. It was unnatural, torturous, and honestly she'd rather face burning slowly to death than have to put up with these werewolves. At least back at home her family honored the sacrifice of any animal that they ate. Here, it was no better than the poachers and free-for-all hunters that these wolves hated so much. They just hunted when they were hungry, nothing more was important to them. Their lives were more important that that of the creature they were eating; that was what they were saying in this.<br/><br/>She didn't hear what was being said outside. Honestly, Loretta just had no need to listen in to the conversation, and she didn't want to have to. It didn't matter if she was part of the pack or not. She was not a werewolf and swore to herself that she would never me. She would not become a murdering hunter like they were. At least as a human she could eat something other than meat. As a werewolf, she would be forced to eat like that... or she could be a scavenger, eating off the unfortunate animals that were already killed. But she doubted Konrad and the pack would let her get out of this, or risk having her run off and escape either. That was, if she was ever turned into one of them anyways.<br/><br/>Loretta turned her head as she heard footsteps heading her way. Another of the pack members of course; not Alder nor Konrad. But surely if someone was sent to fetch her it would have been Alder... it usually was anyways.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œYou have work to do. Konrad says itâ€™s time for you to cook the hare for us. You do know how to prepare a meal, right? Oh I sure hope you do.â€</span>The girl was horrified. How could the alpha ask something of her; obviously he'd seen how hesitant she was to hand the little rabbit over to him. Her voice died in her throat, and she struggled a little when she was picked up. She wasn't going to kill anything, no matter how much the alpha scolded her. She refused to do such a barbaric thing. As she was carried out towards the rest of the pack, she whined and continued to fight.