Two Rivers Isle the sole regret

She's hungry; there's no denying it now. She can feel the way her skin hangs over her bones. It's not pleasant, and she knows there's no use in trying to go back the way she came. Hardly any use in trying to go forward. She hasn't run into many wolves, though she knows they're here— the packs are keeping to themselves, most like, and the loners are trying to avoid a fight just like she is. It's not what she'd wanted, of course, but this was the life you signed up for when you left home. It would make or break her.

"Well," she says, to no one in particular, "This is a good enough place to die as any."

As she makes her way across the eastern river, moving into the heart of the "island", Cypher catches wind of something small and tasty. She can't help but to salivate, and after a moment of listening, she lunges at a bush with a snap of her teeth. She feels something furry in her mouth, the sensation accompanied by a high-pitched squeal of pain and anger. Somehow, she'd managed to bite the tail of a squirrel clean off, and it's already up a nearby tree.

Cypher spits out the tail. It's nothing but bone and hair; it'd only serve to block her up. She sighs, golden eyes dull as they scan the barren landscape.