Fairspell Meadow Showered by the empty hopes

After parting ways with the strange but charming Akela, Saena managed to find and catch the beaver she'd been craving. Rather than tearing it apart immediately, though, the young huntress began heading home, though she chose the more scenic route this time around. With the dead beaver clasped firmly in her jaws, the yearling skirted around Blackfeather Woods, hugging the mountain until the scent of wolves reached her from there, and then swung south to avoid stepping on another pack's toes.

By the time she reached the middle of Fairspell Meadow, the sun was beginning to sink in the sky and her stomach was rumbling. She'd wanted to save the beaver, but with no other prey in sight, the Phoenix alpha had no choice but to dig in. She settled betwixt two leafy bushes, each adorned with overripe purple blackberries, and began to tug tufts of stiff fur from the beaver's cold stomach.