Haunted Wood I don't want your money

the days tick by slowly, marked only by the slow healing of the bloody, scabbed bruises on her side. the uncertain and tumultuous nature of the wolves here is welcome; navigating them and this new place uses enough of her time and energy so that the events of the week past can go ignored. she's elected to deal with the death of her mother by not dealing with it at all, the abandonment of her sister by burying the grief deep and trusting in Eyes. 

she comes across the remains of a doe, only a few bones remaining here; the heavier ones that can not be carried off so easily by scavengers. the skull is missing, too. it's the spine she'd interested in, and seizes the thing in her jaws as she plants her forepaws against the lower two ribs, attempting to strip them from the spine. she tugs back, and the bones shift beneath her paws, but so does the scabbing along her side. a snap, and one rib is dislodged; she turns her attention to the one remaining, then.