Blacktail Deer Plateau you make me feel so young

Behati stole envious glances at the impressive catch, disguising her rumbling tummy with a cough as the pair walked. Pearl got straight to work, digging a hole in the earth to keep the fish reasonably fresh until they were needed. It seemed like utter blasphemy to bury such a fresh kill, but Behati was determined to source her own food. She had done so in the wild, and she would not break the trend now.

Pearl's work was done by the time Behati had sworn her stupid and pointless vow of starvation (come winter, what was what it would amount to). She didn't offer up anything juicy in response to Behati's question, so the younger wolf pressed on. Even though she had not grown up with sisters, gossiping seemed to come naturally - kind of like a second hit of crack. "What's your type?"