Otter Creek 'Cause the next moment, before you know it

It was fucking cold. The thought repeated itself in her mind every day and every night when her body didn't shut itself down from the exhaustion of surviving another day. Her large body was excruciatingly thin and her pelt was dry and patchy, skin red and numb where the fur didn't cover her. She had lost her son and couldn't get him back, that was another thought that tortured her and kept her in the state of hopelessness and depression that kept her from returning to Easthollow. She was a broken mess and a failure at motherhood.


Yet for some reason she pushed on,willing her failing body to continue. She ate pinecones and whatever berries she could find, occasionally finding a carcass to pick at or killing a mouse or two that had come up from beneath the snow. Now the faint trickle of water drew her to the creek and she strode forward barely bothering to stop at the sight of another wolf there. Having enough decency to chuff to announce herself she stood a few feet away from him and lowered her muzzle to drink. She drank until the cold water filled her empty stomach and the lifted her muzzle. At that moment the breeze shifted and blew that disgusting scent to her nose. "You're one of them!" She growled her fur instantly rising along her bony spine. "Baby thieving disgusting pack" she spat and without a second thought she launched herself at him,jaws parted with an enraged and maddened snarl. If she could she would tackle him down,but she was thin and weak and malnourished so ....it wasn't likely.