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Life was not exactly a riot, lately. Moorhen had contemplated joining a pack, but she was doing well enough on her own, for the time being. The idea of going through the whole song and dance of earning a pack's trust did not appeal to her and never had, except in the first, hopeful days of her adulthood. She was weary, now, and far more cynical. She supposed that loneliness might soon chase her, defeated, to the borders of one of the many new packs in the area, but for now, she was content on her own.

Licking seal meat from her paws, the prickly sea urchin surveyed the lonely stretch of coastline below her. Now that she had fed herself, there was not much to do but lie around and digest her meal. This idea did not particularly appeal to her either, but he apathy offered no other ideas. Once she was done with her paws, she lay sprawled on the cliff's edge, propped up on one elbow in order to remain alert.