King Elk Forest here's some dirt i put into a bowl because i'm amazing

The caches have filled out her angular form, and soon she feels in debt to them. Her conscience does not allow her to continue taking and not giving; it feels too wrong. Thus she finds herself scouting the territory, alternating between searching for a hunting partner or sticking to herself, knowing the former will have to happen sometime of another. When she finds the scent of the other woman (fresh) she initially passes it. It is less than joyously, however, that she drags herself back and chuffs for the stranger, resigned to the unavoidable concept of first meetings with all the wolves here.