Swiftcurrent Creek long into the abyss

with the cloudless sky and briskly cold but sunny morning to guide her, the general's daughter makes quick work of eating what remained of her meal the evening before: a plump raccoon. it wasn't much for either meal but it saved her time and most importantly energy. it was enough.

bellaxtrix was quickly growing frustrated with simply surviving on enough.

it is that thought, that singleminded drive that brings her towards the borders of the closest pack. she knows nothing about it, none of the scents strike her as overly familiar upon her approach.

when she is near enough but far enough away to remain in that realm of respectful to their borders, she tips her head back and lets out a howl: announcing her presence.