Sheepeater Cliff The Hunger Games

I'm being vague about what happens with Fox and Njal since those will prob. be important threads.

The white female's mouth hung open, filtering the scent of fresh death in. Her nose was angled toward the sky as she plodded across the flatlands, intending to return home, but the scent pulled her elsewhere. It was cooler than it had been the week prior, and the sky told of coming rain, but a little rain never bothered the Kesuk any. While other wolves often sought shelter from storms, lithe Jinx remained in them, the polar opposite of her mother. Lightning lover. It was not her element, yet she found inspiration in its speed and comparative strength for her own fighting style.

But the clouds didn't reveal any lightning. A light drizzle, perhaps, in the late afternoon. She had never been much of a weatherwitch, though, and might find that her guess was far off. But her attention was pulled to the sky briefly and then returned to the task at hand: tracking down the scent of death, where a free meal might await her.

A fresh kill was better, but she wouldn't pass up an effortless meal.

What she found was not, in fact, an effortless meal, but something much more interesting. Tucked under the sheep-infested ridges of the central mountain range were the bodies of wolves. Initially, Jinx assumed they both were dead, since both smelled of death, and approached boldly. Perhaps it wasn't an effortless meal, for it taxed morality, but their bodies were cold and flesh was flesh, she thought to herself. If the Kesuk had once been above consuming the flesh of her own kind, she certainly wasn't now, knowing the next few weeks could be desperate ones as she and her small band scrambled for a foothold on the mountain on which to establish themselves. She needed her strength, she reasoned, stepping toward the pair of bodies with eyes gleaming...