Horizon Ridge virgo is the skeleton of monarch moth

Tirgatao is glad for morning. Night brings all manner of scavangers out to lurk and prey upon the weak. She understood the necessity of such things, as culling the weak to nurture the strong was part of life, but she did not belong among the shadows where unsightly creatures dwelled. When their stomachs growled, they split from one another, Tirgatao wandering south while Heda remained on the same relative path. She didn't go far, no more than a half mile, so that she could listen for anything requiring her immediate attention.

As she wandered in search of food to share, she began to move in wide lazy curves from here to there as she wove through the woodland. She was able to pick up trace trails of game and other animals but, so far, nothing proved fruitful. Tirgatao was not one who became easily frustrated with a lack of productivity, so she continued on, hoping to root out something—suddenly, a flurry of feathers erupted from a bush, and she reacted before her mind could make heads or tails of it. The she-wolf whipped her head around, and her jaws connected with the ribcage of a seagull. It struggled and flapped frantically against Tirgatao's vice grip until she bit down, hard, and ended it. She hovered there a moment, bewhildered, covered in blood and feathers, but ultimately pleased. 

When the pale-she wolf turned and began her short trek back to Heda, she caught wind of an unfamiliar musk. Tirgatao inhaled sharply and broke into a sprint, slowing only once she caught sight of the pair between the boulders. She circled back around behind Thuringwethil and moved to stand a few feet off her hip, still clutching the bird in her jaws. Her ears twitched towards Heda, but her eyes were fixed somewhere on Arturo's snout.