Hushed Willows for he has cast down leviathan, the tyrant, and the horse and rider

AW, but would love an @Olive potentially!

she made her way to the borders finally, swinging hare clutched fast in her jaws. it had been an easy choice between her two catches that morning, the latter had been mostly skin and bones and disappeared quickly down her throat. her wanderings had carried her further and longer than she would have travelled in fortnight in only a few days, and those small treasure along the shore did not fill the void in her stomach. 

setting down the creature, she called her desire for audience into the early morning stillness, listening for a moment as the last notes blurred and faded. content, she sat, sniffing once and finding the smell of her heat to be fading quickly, now. the scent had become apparent once she'd left ravensblood, and those few days had been passed alone by the sea. she was in no mood for company (despite an intinctual want for it) and the rare wolf along that empty strand had gotten the message well enough.