Hideaway Strath queen without a kingdom

(Hideaway Strath, 27F. Faint sun with overcast clouds. The gathering rock, three days after the meeting thread. @Simmik )

This winter weather was disgustingly predictable. It blew her thin fur in all directions, her slim frame shivered with every gust. She had been back in the company of her fellow packmates barely three days and had spent most of that time hidden away in her den. Unfortunately, she did not know the territory well, and so her den was just a quickly dug burrow underneath a tree stump, somewhere near Moonshadow Clearing. At least the roots acted as good roof support. Auriel was not yet comfortable enough to slumber with her packmates, this would hopefully change. 

The patterned she-wolf had returned to the place Donovan had bought her days before to bask in whatever rays she could catch. The pedestal loomed above her. It at that moment she decided it was not worth the effort, turning her golden skull to deposit the field mouse beside the rocks. It was a meager meal, especially after almost starving on her travels. You're pathetic. She should have been turning up her nose, she should have seduced one of the others to hunt for her. As her mother did. How depressing.