Blackfeather Woods to sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock

Ever since Mou had sown her fertile fields, she was ravenous.

Maegi had always been a finicky eater, really; her small frame didn't want for much. Lately, though, she'd been taking what she could from the caches, almost to the point of greed. Eating and eating, as if the little fiends she knew grew within her now couldn't get enough. Constant craving.

She knew, though, that she couldn't keep this up, not without contributing, herself. It wouldn't be fair to the others. They had to eat, too, right?

The girl began to devise ways to catch vermin quicker, easier, more efficiently. Perhaps in bulk. What could she do? Perhaps get them all in one enclosed area, and then quickly stomp on all their skulls. Or lead them to the creek with food and drown them. Dig a hole, maybe, and watch them all plummet down, break their spines.

She'd snared one just moments ago and was now engaged in gobbling it down, bones and all. The tiny things broke into infinitesimal shards against her gnashing teeth, after all. But she was a wolf, and mice to wolf were like. . .cherry tomatoes. They just sorta popped in her mouth, and made a good snack, but they weren't filling. Not unless they were in bulk.

Gods, she was so hungry.