There was something wrong with the earth. The prey seemed to have noticed and vanished,  finding something to hunt was getting a bit hard though she hoped it was only temporary. There had been a twig snapping and a bunch of thrashing somewhere just over the borders and she had followed the noise curiously, finding a deer with their hind end trapped under a fallen tree. It looked like it was growing weak already and she made quick work of it, lunging and tearing its throat clean before she worked on tugging it out. Unsuccessful she toyed around with ideas on how to get it free and went with separating it into different parts, lowering her maw and tearing at each hind leg individually until they hung by threads of ligament and flesh. Licking her maw she went back around and grabbed its neck yanking and tugging with all of her weight until a sickening tearing sound caused her to release it and she looked to see that she had torn the legs free and now had half a carcass to drag back and feed Diaspora. She was hungry enough to eat the whole thing herself, she hadn't gone into the caches lately since there wasn't a lot of prey to begin with and her hunting wasnt the best, only really good enough to hunt in a group or to keep herself alive. The few things she had caught had been mainly deposited into the caches as she felt she owed it to the pack. Even without anything in her stomach she dragged it slowly to the cache and left it there, not looking back as she stalked off to go distract herself while she gave others the time to eat. 

 "She only stays because we feed her" The young voice haunted her and she ignored the rumbling of her stomach, snorting bitterly. She could barely feed herself, the notion that she was a mooch was even more offensive than being deemed useless because of her missing leg.