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Minutes passed into hours, which turned to days that faded into weeks. And still, hunger reigned king in the homeland of the Redhawks. Small game was becoming somewhat easier to find, but Raven eschewed eating in favor of Finley and the pups getting what they needed. It had been weeks since the zeta had really eaten anything substantial, mostly subsisting on berries and edible plants. Whatever small amount of excess fat she had carried on her lean frame was gone now; bones and angles stuck out where there had previously been curves, and the faint shadows of ribs lined her black sides. Berries and shoots were enough to keep her alive, but she definitely was not thriving.

Since the onset of the famine, she had ventured outside of the Caldera's borders in search of food more than she ever had before. Today was no different. She was following some scent trails in hopes of finding something alive along the way when she rounded a thick copse of trees and spotted a pale figure nearby. Within seconds she realized it was a wolf, yet -- somewhat disturbingly -- her mouth still ran with saliva at the thought of living meat. Quickly banishing that morbid line of thought, she waved her tail and greeted him with a grin. He was someone from outside of her pack, and instead of being guarded and borderline aggressive like she probably should have, she was curious and unassuming. "Hello," she said softly so that her voice wouldn't carry too much. "You haven't seen any signs of game around here, have you?"