Wolf RPG

there was a time when she would have been worried about these trees, and the darkness they held. a great distrust for all the foreign things this place represented to her. yet now, being both hungry and a foreigner again upon this soil, hosannah was less afraid and more... curious. she knew she could not spend much time here; eventually she would have to leave again, to venture back to her flock. she had to make a choice. her heart lay here among the trees, yet her mind was addled by many things, and her spirit - well, her spirit was back among the wolves of the grotto. she was scattered. a mess of missing pieces. the longer she stayed here the more bereft she felt, for the decision would have to be made, and hosannah was resistant.

what if the great daystar was testing her again? what if all of this was a test upon a test, upon a test? she crept through the trees at a sluggish pace, thoughtful and worn out, her belly empty but round and jutting from her skeletal figure; she was alive but only barely, alive by the grace of her god, and nothing she did seemed to remedy this. why was hosannah here? she did not wish these wolves ill. she did not wish to take what meager offerings they had. she would seek out aaron then, and tell him of her findings: of the ruination of the world and the struggles to come.

as she marched along in search of him, there was movement - a spark of life - and she lazily turned to meet it. by chance her eyes met the fleeting figure of a rabbit. it was small, perhaps only newly born or starving in its own right, but it was alive and it was moving so she reacted -- a bolt of red after the tawny gray, through the darkness of the trees. her teeth were snapping in a frenzy as she advanced, and with a sudden spring to her step she launched upon it, grabbing at its lower back with her long face and crunching down. a satsfied popping of bone (and a small shriek of pain from the rabbit) told her she met her mark; and before the life could even fade from it, she was consuming.