Ravensblood Forest passionflower ibex

Behati gave in to hunger that morning. Misfortune had leered own on her hunting prowess of late, and a few frogs did not a meal make. Pearl was right — they were slimy, and the young wolf was not about to set off on her first official mission without a belly full of grub.

She raided one of the pack's caches, finishing her meal in time to hear Casmir's howl and bolting in his direction without leaving time to digest. The meal would repeat on her at the edge of Ravensblood forest, and Behati - out of habit, and knowing what it was like to starve - would gobble it down a second time.

There was no trace of the fact to be seen or smelled when she eventually pulled up alongside Casmir, having tracked the boy's scent among the fallen leaves. The ground was red-brown with fallen leaves, and a little mushy. "Sooooooo," the caramel-coloured wolf began once she had caught her breath, focusing her pale eye on the side of Casmir's face. "Where to, boss-guy?" She'd let him have that.