Emberwood hunger

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young pup lope away on three legs. She started after him but cut herself off, staying to listen to the lone wolf's words. A mistake, obviously, seeing that he didn't have much to offer in terms of advice. "I'm not calling you a savage," she muttered, rolling her eyes. He spoke more, but she somewhat tuned him out, turning to watch the pup run off to what could possibly be his death. There was some truth in the lone wolf's words -- she couldn't predict his future.

"Fine," she grumbled, turning her back from where the pup had just made his leave. "But if I hear about a dead pup from someone, I'm not going to be happy."