Neverwinter Forest you're a walking overdose in a great coat

all welcome to play with my bebe

Everything comes back.
Hunger. Frustrations. The past. 
Right now Maera had a bit of the first two... though in a sense she was also paying a visit to her past.

After a whole lot of travelling, the Sveijarn was back to the forest she had during her first weeks back in the Wilds, decided to make a temporary home. She hadn't come across any other pack yet, she'd heard of the Moonspire and the Northstar Vale, both of which didn't particularly excite her. Of course, Maera knew she couldn't be a loner forever, but getting used to the idea of having a pack (aka something to rely on and that relied on you) was one Maera couldn't yet wrap around her head - she had been let down so many other times that she simply avoided situations where dissapointment was among the possible outcomes.

Maybe it'd be harder to find a pack that actually would want her, or even trust her enough to let her into their ranks. Trust was something Maera lacked but (as her actions suggested) didn't mind breaking. She also didn't mind breaking other things - like bones.

Hovering over a the limp body of small rabbit she had managed to catch just a few minutes earlier Maera began to tear her lunch apart. The sound of Maera's teeth crunching the rabbit's ribcage was as disturbing as nails scraping a blackboard. But the Sveijarn didn't mind.
She was alone, or so she thought, so she kept stuffing her face in blood and guts.