Silvertip Mountain One cycle around the sun

Atari had sat and was a bit out of it, stuck in the endless train of thought. She wasn't thinking of her caretaker but about this pack, she found it interesting that they played games. She used to play games as well but it was rare, very rare. She didn't care, she was to busy trying to hunt. Hunting was her game.

The female's eyes looked empty and just stared at the ground. She barley even blinked, she was oblivious to the outside world. No sound could get through, only little mumbles here and there from other wolves. The females vision was blurry, she didn't notice, she was watching a life movie in her head. If someone wanted to get Atari's attention they might have to tackle her, or at least slap her.