Heron Lake Plateau improve his shining tusks

with permission from Fire to, uh, be here. rolled a 12 outta 15 in tabletop, so feel free to do what you wish with her. take an eye, ear, whatever.

that was the thing about wandering without a pack--you just got fucking hungry.

yeah, yeah, rabbits and voles, whatever. a wolf subsisting on small game for months is the equivalent of a dude eating doritos for every meal. (at least she thinks--nashoba's not human, nor is she a fuckin' scientist.) anyway--doritos. yeah. they're delicious, and they whet your appetite for a little while, but after a while, you would do anything--anything--for a three-course dinner.

nashoba had few scruples after so long alone, and she'd never had kids. in her hunger-addled mind, the tiny pup in front of her was basically a chicken nugget. it was tiny, defenseless, chasing around a butterfly, for crying out loud. there was no sign of any adults anywhere close; she could have him down her throat before he made a peep.

that was the other thing about wandering without a pack and getting hungry, though: you lost your edge.

instead of waiting in the brush like a good girl (she'd crossed some sort of border a long time ago, but whatever) she walked right out, grinning at the kid like she was about to take him to school, instead of, you know, eat him. "what'cha doin'?" she asked, her smile growing more and more predatorial as she drew closer.

her shadow fell over the pup, and an audible rumble escaped her sunken belly. she resisted a groan of pained hunger, licking her lips, saliva pooling in her jaws. just one more instant. . .