Larksong Grotto Please sir, may I have some more?

Free food anyone? Ahaha

Novalia was exhausted, starving, and in no mood to walk around greeting others. It had to be done anyways though, and she was atleast clean now. The newcomer could not claim to be familiar with her whole pack and had not yet made nice with everyone. Nor had she been of any use to her new family; until now. A silver fish hung heavy in her jaws, a prize she bore proudly. She had seen Terich-Mir pull one from the lake and had tried her luck. Surely she could give it to one of her pack mates, whoever needed it the most. There were many strange scents to choose from in the Grotto, as well as a few she recognized. Novalia had no idea who to approach. The scent of a single babe and nursing mother were strong near the caves but it was silent, empty.

 There didn't seem to be a whole lot going on, but who had energy to waste these days. A few of Novalias kin hung around, some in quiet conversation.  There seemed to be some sort of underlying tension, barely detectable. A whisper of Raas here, the name Kesheph mentioned there but none truly made sense to her. It appeared Reek, her new Alpha, had appointed someone to rule beside him and it was causing quite a ruckus.
 More information would be needed. 

The sun was high in the empty sky and Novalia momentarily closed her green eyes, relishing in the warm rays. The Locusts hadn't stolen every pleasure in life. A cramp in her cheek reminded the fea that she still held the fish in her mouth. Dropping the dead animal, Novalia swallowed her collected saliva and licked her chops, eyeing the fish with longing. The one she caught for herself had disappeared all too quickly and did little to relieve the cramping in her gullet, but this was for someone else. She ate hers and had to give this fish away, before it too disappeared. 
With a sigh, the scrawny woman glanced around for a solution to her problem. Should she just place it infront of a random wolf or seek a place to store her kill until it was needed?