Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

“Right,” mumbled the strange she-wolf in a small voice, “but maybe Dagger woul—”

Before she could finish the thought, Dagger cut her off to ask if she knew how to hunt. This was a good thing for Cthulhu, who immediately broke out into a wide grin that showed off yellowing teeth and pink-and-purple mottled gums. “Cthulhu can hunt, yes,” she said with a vigorous nod that made her rap her chin against the ground. Whining softly, the coywolf continued, “this one can hunt small things, but they are fast, yes, very fast...”

The last thing she'd managed to catch was a skunk. That had been almost four days ago, long enough for the putrid aroma to wash out in whatever water she crossed. Hunger gnawed incessantly at her stomach and she groaned softly, raising her gaze hopefully upward to Dagger's broader neck.