Porcupine Ridge rose madder

she had been here only a very short time, but already vuk had, with the keen awareness of what it took to survive, ferreted out a small den toward the middle of the territory. however, she lived aside from the others, much too shy to interact with her packmates as of yet. but vuk knew she must, for communication and the hierarchy were tantamount among her kind.

today she walked through the snow with a small fieldmouse clutched in her jaws. by any standard, it was a poor, tiny kill, but vuk was desperate to prove herself, and deposited the pathetic body into a cache. straightening, she searched about herself for the sight of another, steeling her nerves for the meeting.