During these events, Mika had gone off on her own. She soon returned to the camp, empty-pawed but nonetheless unharmed. She avoided as much eye contact as possible as she slipped off to her den. Lately, she'd been shirking her duties and a few werewolves gave her hostile glares, which she ignored to the best of her abilities. She lay down on her bedding, yawning. She hadn't been out for longer than a few hours, but the whole camp felt different.