Silver Creek BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The female’s ears perked when Spring's rang out through the pack lands. She'd been less than thrilled with the change in leadership, but she could not pass up the opportunity of a meal by continuing to ignore Spring's presence. Sansa hurried towards the source of the call, her eyes widening in disbelief when she arrived upon the scene and found that there was indeed meat. Her gaze swept over the forms of her pack mates as they gathered in the vicinity. She realized she didn’t know many of there names yet and although she was to blame for that, she had a hard time mustering up enough interest to care.
 
She hung back away from the others, pacing restlessly while her tongue swept over her hungry jowls. The pack’s pups had to eat, of course, and whatever meat was left over surely wouldn’t feed more than one or two wolves. She worried that outsiders would be drawn towards their gathering place, and so she kept her eyes trained on her surroundings for any sign of visitors.