Bearclaw Valley Sevenfold

She wouldn't consider herself the responsible sort. She didn't do things out of pure selflessness like others did for the sake of others (or at least, she didn't think she did). But she knew that acting like her normal, selfish self was not beneficial to her standing, especially when other wolves were involved. No, she needed to show her worth, show why she needed to be allowed to sleep within their borders. 

So she hunted. Well, she wandered around until she found a good trail. Wild pigs. She could smell them, though the scent was partially washed away by the wet, the broken underbrush was enough of an indication that they had been here. She followed the trail, keeping her head low until she ran into another wolf trotting in the same direction. Ye smell 'em too? she asked the grayscale wolf, smelling enough of him to decide that he was a packmate. Two'll make finer work than one, eh?