I looked around the camp, my legs shaking slightly from the tension I felt between myself and my triblemates. I felt.. out of the ordinary. It was only day 2 of being leader, after the deputy and leader unexpectedly died from rouge attacks. I had been picked by the medicine wolf, a friend of mine. Although many disagreed with the idea. And yet, I was still standing, inspecting the status of my tribe. I wanted to make sure everyone was alright and keeping the food pile steady. I could feel glares coming from the elder, I tied to ignore them the best I could. They never trusted former rogues, especially some who appeared from the blue.