Haunted Wood We make our own future.

Hope you don't mind another one with me. <3

Her belly growled. And growled. And growled. Raven tried to remember what it was like to not be hungry all the time, but the painful protests of her empty stomach distracted her. As day after day passed by with still no food, whatever optimism she'd had about the food shortage was gone now. In typical Raven fashion, she had eschewed eating anything herself and instead took every little scrap or morsel of anything edible she found to the alphas' den. The puppies had to survive, they were the priority.

Raven tended to look at the world through extremely rose-colored glasses, but a week and a half with nothing to eat had stripped away some of that. She was irritable and easily distracted, two qualities that were highly uncharacteristic of her. But still she persisted. She'd never been the greatest hunter, but she hunted night and day, always keeping watch for berries and edible plants along the way. Aunt Flea was probably tired of eating berries by now, but Raven still took them to her. It was for the puppies.

Her mood was dour as she followed scent trails, not really sure where they led or what they belonged to but hoping they led to something made of meat. She stumbled upon Towhee's scent several minutes before she saw her, and as her eyes fell upon her younger sister, Raven felt a moment of sadness for her, as well. Towhee wasn't far out of puppyhood herself. She was still growing and needed food too. Towhee was coming toward her, intently following a trail (probably the same trail Raven had been following herself), so the theta stepped out of the brush to where Towhee could see her.