Redhawk Caldera I've been around for a long, long year

maybe a wild @Abaddon?

the woman moves easily through the rock, snow growing thick all around. she had only recently traded hunger for pain; a skirmish over a carcass that had been messier than hoped. the male had torn deep into her flank before she'd run him off, far too close to valuable tendons than she'd ever want another's fangs to be. 

she's off her game; famine and isolation does not suit her. anger erodes more quickly through the barriers she puts down to keep it in place; it is only a liability in fights she needs to win. finding a partly sheltered alcove beneath an overhang, she pauses, inspecting it briefly before sinking onto her side, already moving to clean the wound as best she can.