Dawnlark Plains Longing to belong

       The other wolf made it seem like her wound was nothing important. Although something in her eyes made Nara think that it did hurt, at least a little bit. I wish I could be that strong, Nara thought, and immediately felt like shit. What a weakling she was. How insignificant. The wolf that stood before her was wounded, alone and probably hungry, but kept her head up high. While all she could do was feel sorry for herself and catch puny rabbits. That's why Nara was all the more happy when Theia asked if she was hungry. She could barely control herself not to squeal 'Yes!'.
       I am, she said instead, I haven't eaten in days. Would you like to hunt?
Nara shook off the snow that had nestled in her pelt and stood up straighter. Ears pointed forward. Trying to at least look the part of a viable hunting partner. While she was, in fact, not that good of a hunter. Chasing wasn't the problem, she was fast and agile enough to keep up with most prey. But the catching part... Her paw-eye coordination was what you could call nonexistent. Of course, she wasn't going to tell Theia that.