Don't mess with this gang of killer wolves!

Only a minute ago, Nemesis had woken from her nap. All the running around, meeting her packmates had excessively tired her out. She pushed her paws out in front of her, stretching her sore muscles. She hadn't exactly spent much time gathering bedding for a more comfortable sleep, instead quickly finding a bentbent over, hollowed out log, just enough to protect her from the elements. Good for you, you actually found a place to sleep. Now what? I bet that's all you could do, find a molded tree to rest. Good luck surviving in this pack, spoke her conscious. No. Today was not the day to fall into one of her "pity fits". Instead, her mind focused on her unconscious aching hunger. She set out, starting a light jog. She nose reached the breeze, hoping to catch the scent of prey nearby, but nothing caught her attention. She had remembered what Ayana said, the strom drove away most of the catch in the area. Growling, she ran faster, enjoying the feel of the air rushing through her fur. Suddenly, her ears perked up, a call howling on the wind. Burke. Her brows furrowed, it had to be a matter of importance for him to be calling not just her but everyone. She ran faster to meet the call.

When she arrived, she was not surprised to see that two females had already arrived, Misty and Ayana, there was another she had not fully met yet, Cyn. She walked nearer to Burke, addressing the burly male. "Hello Burke. Why do you call for me?" She asked, in the nicest way possible. She wondered since everyone seemed to be coming, if this was a pack hunt. "Hunting trip?" She sat down, acknowledging the three females. She only hoped that they could hunt soon, her stomach ached more by the second.