Snowforest Taiga Breath of Terramorphous

"I'm gonna fucking kill the little bastard..." she grumbled, digging around in the dirt beneath a shrub. Her paws were working over time, throwing dirt this, that and the other way as she scrounged around for the roots. "I'm gonna sew his asshole together and rip him a new brand new one." She wrapped her teeth around the base of the shrub and tugged, snapping off the dry edges of the plant. She tossed it aside and went back for more. "Fucking princes and their fucking wanderlust."

"UUUaADHHHGHHH!" She yanked, snapping the damper roots free. The momentum made her fly backwards as she stumbled across the cold earth. It wasn't the most graceful of moments, but she was past caring. She felt like a heathen. A fucking heathen. She was not cut out for this lone wolf shit. She wanted her pack back, but first she had to find the little shit.

"Over here Noctapuss!" she called, picking up the bundle of roots and carrying them back towards where she'd parted ways with her guardmate. She joined the black wolf and spat the tangle on the ground. Picking up one of them, she carried it off a little ways and lay down. With both paws around the base of one, she began to chew, eating the wretched thing. "Eat up. That there is naturally energizing. We're gonna need it if we're gonna find the brat."