Wapun Meadow desperation

she wheeled her way back to bearclaw valley as the day drew to a close, and despite the relatively good encounters she'd held today the night found her in a rotten, brooding mood.

she was frustrated —  nothing inside of her had magically changed upon her initiation to what she assumed was alexander's pack.  she had thought, hoped, that once those mysterious lands had been revealed to her that the gift of communication would also be bestowed.

but it wasn't.  she hadn't changed.  even despite her loneliness being quelled (she thought of sif and her playful posturing, of fighting alongside xan) she felt incomplete.  and what if running off during the day meant she could never come back?  she didn't know how any of this worked!

in a bout of frustration, she felt the need to destroy.  she tore after the trail of one of those long-eared creatures with the plush cotton tail and clamped it quickly in her jaws, vigorously shaking it back and forth.  but she didn't eat it.

she tore it apart.  had she known what a cache was she might have saved it for her pack, but she presently remained ignorant of such sweet things.  she worked the flesh, crushing the small bones between her teeth, leaving membrane strewn across the snow.