Broken Antler Fen Cihiro

Pearl had been more or less wandering aimlessly around the territory. Some life was returning to the fens, but everything still looked pretty beak. Her stomach gave a loud rumble, making her grimace. She was an alpha now, and had to keep up the morale, no matter how lightheaded and grouchy was getting as of late. 

Maybe she could focus enough to catch a meger meal for the pack. Sure, there were stillheaping mounds of crunchy carcasses everywhere, but those were getting harder and harder to get down. Changing her random course over to one of the lakes in the fens, she made quick time for one as weak as she. 

She found one of the newer members with a similar idea, though he seemed to still be deciding what to do. She only ever really talked to him when she was in heat, but she couldn't quite remember everything that happened. Quietly, she came up to his side in time to hear him mumble something. "Are you holding up alright here?" she asked, knowing the response would probably have something to do with the lack of food.