Sun Mote Copse choke all my love away

The steamy shrouds of clouds hung low across the earth, thrumming with life before they turned the soil into muck. The rain carried the scent of fallen leaves in its wake, spreading the cold of fall around the atmosphere. Feyre managed to stay under the protective cover of the canopy for most of the rainfall, merely prowling about in wait for the silver-line droplets to disperse. She had time. Too much time. Hunger was the only thing she truly felt, and it seemed to be the only thing that mattered to her as of now.

The fae's brow shot northwards as she spotted another figure in the annoying mist of rain, a young wolf. She paused for a second, hesitating, before she let loose a chuff. The noise was nearly a question, because it seemed quite obvious that the young wolf was searching for food just as she - with his snout tilted to the thickened air to catch better scents.