Dawnlark Plains Slightly broken's just what I need

The growling of her stomach was almost a roar in the otherwise natural silence. It was loud enough to pull the young alphess out of her hunt and double back around to offer a hello. Nochtli snuck up behind her then, bumping their shoulders together in such a way that made Citali ruffle her feathers and re-smooth out the rustled fur. Just when she thought she had everything in order someone had to touch her.

She returned the bump with something of an affectionate nip behind Nochtli's ears as Saena began to speak. Other than the fact that she was a bit young, (something that could be remedied with time and experience) she too bore no ill will towards the white wolf. Was there a small part of her that still fancied a whipping boy for the-wolf-that-once-was-Tezcacoatl? Indeed. Unfortunately all of that was in the past and would stay there. It was all completely irrelevant come present day.

"There used to be rabbits here," she replied, thinking back to a previous attempt at stealing one from its burrow. "If they're still hiding somewhere, we might be able to unearth a few." Through digging. She shuddered at the though, but when it came to survival, she also understood they could not afford to be picky. She turned her gaze towards her shadow sister. "You didn't happen to catch wind of anything else around here did you?"