Moonspear addling in ephemerality

The swarm had left unthinkable devastation in their wake. Stragglers remained, along with a scattering of carcasses, her blood still boiled at the mere sight of them. Now, in mournful silence, she wandered the tangled skeleton of the once-verdant forests that banded the mountain's base. She still hoped to catch sight of something that had escaped their rotten grasp, but it had been a fruitless search for a few days now. Everything was stripped painfully bare.

Disgust and sadness had made it easier to ignore her hunger, but she knew that the large prey was already moving on. After all, it was the sweet green grasses of the mountainside that gave them their life. Without it, they had to move on in search of something to fill their bellies and this left to her wonder how far they may need to go. From her perch higher on the slopes, she knew all the immediate areas of the range were done for. Floki's scout trip would likely tell her more, but he would not return for several days now

Sorrow slung heavy across her shoulders. It would take time to begin the inevitable upswing towards healing. For now, Moonspear suffered, and she despaired.