Morningside Cuesta Unsteady

FF a few days~

Warm light bathed her face, prompting Wildfire to rise from sleep and slowly open her eyes. She squinted them immediately, turning a cheek to the glare and waiting for them to adjust before slowly gazing at the eastern horizon. The sunrise looked quite impressive from here, yet the dawn of a new day—even a pleasantly springy one—did little to make her feel better as reality struck like a baseball bat to the forehead. Waking up was becoming a special sort of torture.

Unfolding from her sleeping position, the she-wolf slowly pushed herself to her feet, blinking eyes sticky from sleep. She peered across the field even as her stomach rumbled loudly. She didn't actually feel hungry, yet she knew she should eat something. Besides, hunting would be a good distraction. And if she didn't do it for herself, nobody else would; she didn't have a pack to back her up now. That knowledge hit her nearly as hard, a dull but painful blow that knocked the wind out of her.

Taking it one step at a time (literally and figuratively), Wildfire began to lope across the plain, keeping her eyes, ears and nose peeled for any sign of game.