Enid's just been so...unfocused lately.

Maybe it was the confrontation with Ajax in the woods, having to admit she didn't like him anymore. Maybe it was the fact that Wednesday had been more preoccupied lately. Maybe it was the fact that she'd finally gotten into the wolfpack like she'd always wanted...and now she didn't know if she wanted it anymore.

It was her mother, Esther, who always pressured her to wolf out. Most Furs are able to wolf out around ten or eleven, thirteen at the latest. But she had been nearly sixteen by the time she'd properly transformed for the first time. She just felt so fake in the wolf pack, even if the cute guy, Bruno, was there.

But even thoughts of him didn't help. Maybe she'd just...take a boy break. Totally foreign thought for Enid, that much was true. But she always felt like she was performing. She never just got to relax, be vulnerable, act normal.

That afternoon, she'd received her third D of the semester, and it totally put a downer on her mood. She couldn't focus enough to study, and her grades were slowly slipping...

No matter the cause for the funk, she was currently lying on her bed in the fading evening light, head resting on her arms. She was in casual clothing, a soft comfort sweater and sweatpants. Her hair was straightened and down, short and hanging by her shoulders or a little above. She was having a major insecure day. Mirrors felt like the devil, and yet she flocked to them so easily. And she just...didn't like what she saw.

Faintly, she's aware of Wednesday entering the shared dorm room. Enid doesn't bother with a greeting, she's too down. So she just lies in silence. She can't remember if she even went to the dining hall for dinner. She could probably use some food, but she wasn't in the business of caring for herself at the moment.