Golden Glade A Reminder

She had discovered The Wolf's battered body not long after Taggarik, and had heard the Ridge's alpha male call a sorrowful note into the air. Her time with them had been fleeting, but full of promise, and Tuwawi had found herself hopeful once more. Nature was cruel, however, and things had fallen apart quickly after her arrival. The red stain upon The Wolf's tawny agouti pelt was a violent reminder of how the world worked, and the red matron found herself thrust her back into the life of a lone wolf. She ran from the Ridge into the arms of the warmer Southern lands, thinking of better times (as she usually did) on Windrunner plains. Wishing for a lush Spring and another family were all but pipe dreams as more dire needs arose soon after. The locusts came and consumed everything, the likes of which Tuwawi had never seen. Prey became scarce soon after — just as frantic and needful as their predatory counterparts. 

After a morning of failed hunting, Tuwawi rested beneath a naked tree in what should have been a dense forest. She contemplated... what now?