Stone Circle wake up alone

Cold. Frozen through and through. Since the altercation, Belle had become captured in her own pain, both inside and out. The waters were beginning to fall to hypothermic levels, and yet that morning in which Belle dove violently into the current to snatch the largest fish that still remained, her own demise was the last thing on her mind. Beside her a pile was growing (three? Four? She'd lost count after her paws lost feeling) and her lunges were becoming more violent.
She had so much anger flowing within and yet still was it masked with fear. The period of time between the altercation and that set morning had been one of avoidance toward all of her packmates via hiding out in her den. Being away from home, half of her hoped that she would be found.