Heron Lake Plateau We are old and our son took the dog away

As she made her way toward where she thought she had another little something stashed, she picked up Screech's scent, which caused her to pause for a moment. She'd been taking some time away from him, to try and establish her own reputation and get to know the pack members without them hating her immediately just because she was associated with him. It hadn't really occurred to her how that might effect him; she, afterall, had a more or less clean slate. A few wolves had given her a chance just because she was new, and couldn't really be blamed for what Screech had done...But she felt a bit bad, now, for leaving him to deal with his own repercussions. 

She followed his scent, and found him, tearing a bird carcass into shreds. At first she felt OK- that was probably her bird carcass, but maybe he was hungry because no one wanted to hunt with him...But then it became fairly clear that he wasn't exactly eating the bird- he was just maiming it, angrily. "Jeez, dude," She said as she approached, frowning a bit at the hostilty he took out on the bird. "What'd bird-brain there do to you?"