Duck Lake Got up and left all she knew

How would she even go about this situation. While Evermore could certainly swim just fine, she wasn't sure a cold plunge suited her this very moment. Yet the growling in her stomach solidified the idea to her that this hunt was necessary; perhaps not just to feed her hunger, but to feed her confidence in herself, in the world. She needed to feel like she could do something right without letting it all fall apart. Her thoughts became silenced as she felt her ears flick towards the back of her head.

Evermore looked over her shoulder and saw the other approach. An interesting color, and sounded feminine. As for her question, Evermore only nodded. "Sometimes you gotta do what'chu gotta do," she said plainly, "if you want to eat too, we should work together or else one of us will scare them all off."

"I'm Evermore, if that interests you."

She didn't consider herself to be much of a hunter, but it was what kept fresh blood pumping through her body, and provided the energy she needed to live. Hunting is what provided for others and for themselves, if a wolf could not hunt, were they even a wolf?