StormBlood had not really seen Silverfang like this in a while... while she had waited for him at the river, the alpha was being a little harsh. She wanted to run with him, but- her shoulder was too hurt. In the end, she had watched the alpha and his pack go, while she walked home alone, shoulder still sore. "It seems... indeed- that I may not be the whole problem... but I am the fuel Soul is using to justify getting what he wants without a fight." She said to herself, lumbering back into camp. That was when she realized she never did get her drink, and she licked her jowls as her lips grew dry.