Fairspell Meadow delivered into the jaws of death

Well, she'd crossed the wilds - she was now exhausted, and what's more... yep.  A little lost again.

Not lost in the sense of, like, hopelessly lost.  Just, she'd never gone this far before, and the meadow she was entering now was completely unfamiliar outside of the fact that it looked like every meadow ever.  Grass and stuff, oh boy.  She poked at a flower with her paw and smiled, though it was a little thin at this moment.  She'd really hoped, after all this travel, she'd have something to bring back to Eljay.  It turns out she hadn't really even found a pack between the coast and here, not since skirting that one they'd already spoken with again.  What was it called?  Shoot.

Maybe she was just a terrible scout.  She hadn't even managed to find herself shelter last night, though fortunately the morning sun was warming the damp from her fur.  Time to pack it up, head back home, and.... she paused as she suddenly noticed the scent that had been wending it's way through her thoughts.  Blood.

Her ears pricked up with interest at the prospect of a meal, but she didn't immediately bolt for it.  She was at least that smart, cmon!  Instead she began to walk forward, with her head at a tilt, looking for whatever might be injured or out here.  

Oh!  Oh... okay.  Sorry, I'll just... wow.  So it wasn't an injured animal, but a wolf with a kill.  Maia stopped short the instant she caught sight of him through the grass, and she felt immediately chagrined over assuming.  Of course it wasn't just dinner lying around.  Who would think that?