Whitefish River a great place when hungry

Mella wasn't having it. Her view on this famine was crystal clear in her mind: take care of yourself, and if you have to throw others to their deaths to do so, then so be it. Being too young to understand motherhood left her ignorant of the topic, including the weakness that came with it. "It was her decision to have pups, and the strong survive during these times. Think of it as weeding out those not fit to survive. And it's not my fault you don't know how to fish, nor do I care about the well being of strangers." She was going to look after herself, the thought never crossed her mind that being part of a pack, which she was thinking about joining when prey started to return, meant taking care of others. The way she'd been raised had crafted her to be selfish when harsh conditions plauge an area.