King Elk Forest if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail

The wolf pack at Silver Creek was unsettled and nervous about the outcome of the swarm, but Saena was still attempting to ignore the consequences of staying in a locust-ravaged land. The leaves would return soon and the hunger would disappear when they did. That was the mantra she futilely repeated in her head as she passed over the borders of her domicile, but her eyes swept the outlying wood hungrily and she couldn't help sampling the breeze with tongue and nose for signs of large prey.

It would be some time yet before Saena keenly felt the pinch of hunger, her body designed for these sorts of conditions albeit not indefinitely, so she abandoned her hunt more readily than she might've had the situation been more dire. It wasn't an emergency yet. She wet her nose as she padded through the woods, doing naught to conceal herself, and when she came upon a river, she knelt to lap at the icy water. The chill of it filled her belly, and though it was no substitute for food, it settled her briefly.

She splashed across the river without regard, and on the other side, her view of the bank opened up and revealed the greyscale man from both coast and creek. She turned her head to regard him cautiously, once more tracing the dark outline of his eyes, but all he gnawed on was a stick, not a tempting bone. "Must be unsatisfying," she thought aloud.