Blackfeather Woods white bones

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The submission was awkward, to say the least. The stranger seemed a little out of her comfort zone, or at least unsure of her footing. She did not discourage new comers but ones that had never belonged to a pack before often proved to be more of a hassle than a asset. No matter, she would be keeping a keen eye on the female for quite some time. If she did not show any potential, she would be cast away anyways. 

The hunt commenced, Nemesis leading the way although her nose could not pinpoint a large enough prey for them both to take down. In fact, it was rarely the case nowadays. Instead, she kept aware of any movement between the bushes, or within the trees. When nothing arose, she signaled for the female to pan out, for them to wander opposite directions but close enough to be a hunt party. Nemesis herself had grown thin, the outline of her rib cage appearing in the right light. She was not malnourished, having dug up all of her caches to feast upon, but she was not sustaining on the little among she was getting. They needed more.. she needed more. It took her a few tries for her to eventually snag a mole, clamping her jaws down atop its head as it resurfaced. But it was not enough. 

She continued to pace forward, the tail of the creature snug between her jaws. It would not be taken, by the female nor anyone else. She wondered how Malice the Bitch was faring, probably starving with those rats inside of her. What a mistake. Maybe they could just eat her children instead? There sure was reason to.