Ocean's Breath Plateau Hunting is not my forte

Kendra roamed the western region of the ocean side. The female was not the best hunter. As a loner she had to learn it, however she was ever not good at it. In her pack she just let others do the hunting and she never really bothered to learn too much about it. Now it caused her quite some trouble. She mostly lived on crabs that couldn't out run her, small fish stuck in tide pools or scraps from other wolves. It kept her alive. However she was really hungry for some thing bigger, something more to sustain her. She knew about the plateau and decided that it might be good for her to try her chances.

Little did she know that birds wouldn't be roosting now, nor that rabbits were easy to appear. Still the female gathered the courage to try it. Kendra stayed low to the ground. Seagulls flying high above her, out of reach. The scrawny female blended well with the rocks and the shadows of the small conifers. However the rabbits that did appear were to quick for her and after four failed chases the exerted female laid down catching her breath. She felt rather light headed too. Maybe it was time to seek out a pack if she wanted to get through winter.