Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

Wylla couldn't believe her eyes after she dropped the rodents for Towhee's inspection, and she couldn't stop herself from saying, "dude, what the hell?" when the pack wolf tossed the perfectly good meat to the bird. Selfish as she was, it was hard enough for her to part with her spoils for the benefit of anyone but herself, but it was easier to swallow the notion that it might feed others of her kind. Wylla was very food possessive, but at least giving to the pack meant the pack would help her in turn. To see good meat wasted on a non-wolf that would do absolutely nothing in return for it twisted a knife in her gut. She was just desperate enough for a group to survive the winter with to drop her head down and pull back her ears, remembering her place as a complete stranger and subordinate, but her teeth ground together audibly.

She fought against the prickling sensation of tears in her eyes as her frustration built. Must be nice to live such a cushy life you can just waste food like that, you ingrate, went Wylla's very dramatic inner monologue as she fixed an icy stare on the hawk that was picking at one of the gophers, but you'll never take a morsel of food from my mouth again, or I'll kill your little pet and you along with it. She sucked a deep breath in through her nostrils, willing herself to calm down enough that she didn't just scream at the leader that showed up following the heinous sound that bleated out of her companion's mouth.

No wonder she's such a selfish swine, Wylla thought sourly as she stared down at her toes, she's not even a wolf.

S'hard to write so much irrational teenage angst hate from Wylla when I really like Towhee hahah.