The Sunspire she was givin' them

Hunger clawed at her belly, but the juvenile insisted on refusing any attempt to feed her. She had heard stories of wolves that had grown sick and died of food contaminated by herbs, and Magpie suspected there was something very sinister hiding behind the kind words of her captors and their insistence that both she and Leaf eat something. She had squatted over the latest bit of regurgitated meat they brought her and pissed on it to show them exactly how she felt; if she were going to eat, she would eat from the carcass as grown wolves did. She was a babe no more, and fully capable of chewing her own food.

And it would be unlikely she ate meat off bone even if they did offer it. She would not be forced to become dependent on these wolves. Magpie didn't know how, but someday she would escape, and then she would eat... Still, the hunger was there, and the tall grass was something she could forage for herself. After a moment of indecision, she crept over to a patch of tall grass and began to chew at its ends.