Fairspell Meadow the Temny wolf

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she hadn't grown especially close with any of the northstar wolves, and thus had no qualms about slipping away, her desire to return fast fading after the encounter with the dark girl and the group's newest addition. salmon tongue flicked out to smooth down the fur by her muzzle, the firebrand slipping with practiced ease through unfamiliar territory. 

she found the blob of entrails soon enough; a quick inspection determined them to be somewhat fresh and perfectly fine; a cache, then, but one terribly hidden. the marker atop the freshly turned earth went first, slim muzzle pushing through the earth until the rabbit was revealed with a swift tug. fangs dug quickly into the meal; sating the dull blade of hunger that had been pestering her since she'd left the mountains.