Greatwater Lake coulda died right then

the skies flickered and threatened, until final tearing open and pummeling the earth below with driving rain. the sky rumbled, and light tore across the sky, across the darkness. below, stalked the woman, devoid of purpose, intent merely on surviving, which was proving to be rather easy in the heat of summer. he had gone. and so had they, and so had she, or whatever she had been becoming. some things did not change, and it was as if the past year had been for nought, for here she was one more- alone, with nothing in her past but failures and regrets. 

it was some time until she found the coyote. a male, it had followed her with interest, after scenting perhaps the kill she had made a while back, and thinking that it could perhaps scavenge some of her next kill. in the rain, it was some time before she became aware of its presence, and stopped. it made the mistake of drawing near.

it was with coiled rage that she sprang upon the thing with the soundless, unprovoked attack that had become her style over the past few weeks. the battle was brief and gritty, and soon the young male lay at her feet, bleeding, dying. the rain drove into his pelt and hers, and she stood over the thing, bleeding from half a dozen small wounds, and contemplating the greatness of her hunger.
@Astrid, perhaps?