Eventually Cal was all thought out, and the cigarette between her lips was a mere stub with an orange glow at the end. With a soft sigh Cal dropped the cigarette to the ground by her feet, snuffing it with the toe of her shoe. She should probably start the walk back to the apartment. The last thing she wanted was to get scolded by her [s]family[/s] pack, for being out early in the morning without telling anyone. It was just about time for everyone to be waking up, another long day for them. 

As much as the pack truly felt like a family to Cal, she was far too shy to call them such. Perhaps it was her crippling fear of becoming attached to something, only to lose it and become abandoned. Even then so Cal would sometimes slip and call the older wolves in the pack mom or dad. After that she would cuss for minutes straight, get all flustered, and often have to leave the conversation. 

She decided it would be best to do through the back door, maybe avoiding any stern pack members. As she walked up the back steps of the apartment building Cal swore she had heard voices and smelt the fading scent of cigarettes, but passed it off as her just being tired and stressed. She opened the door slowly and closed it as softly as possible, as if not sure if she wanted the rest of her pack to realize she was back. She listened to the quiet conversations and the soft glow of whatever cheap lighting this place had. That with the smell of tea and food wafting through the air, it almost felt homely. She sheepishly walked into the kitchen, trying to contain her hungry stares as she looked around at her pack members.