Thunder Dome And if he can't drive with a broken back

The alfa mháthair had pried herself from her litter, born just over a week ago, and had decided to get some fresh air along the border. Maybe do some hunting - she desperately wanted to contribute and not just for the purpose of birthing new lives. Meylodi was much thinner, milk-scent heavy on her body, almost as she was before she'd met Void.

Her paws stepped possessively over their territory's rocks and grass, the land she'd pass down to her own pups - the children she now had - golden gaze keen for danger. A rabbit had passed the mháthair's peripheral moments ago, and such a creature now lay dangling in her jaws. She should really start burying these things- 

By then, the rabbit was gone, a pile of fur and loose bones in its place, blood on her muzzle almost hidden by her dark coat. 

Too hungry to keep it from her stomach, need all the food. She wasn't eating for only herself, and it would remain like that for some time. Her nose searched for more scent trails, a mother wolf's hunger never satisfied...

And she nearly bumped into a wolfling half her size in her distraction. Oh? Meylodi sniffed. Sorry 'bou' t'at. Li'ia, wasn' i'?