Wapun Meadow I’ll be just fine on my own

Bridget sustained herself fine on fish and what smaller game she could catch, birds mostly, but it was hard not to look at something larger with longing. It had been ages, it felt, since she was a part of a stable enough pack situation to reap the benefits of a full hunt. She wasn’t sure she even remembered what they tasted like.

Lucky twigs, she muttered softly to herself, keeping well clear of the large animals with a regretful air. She wasn’t hunting just now, but she was open to opportunity if she chanced on it.

It wasn’t long before she inevitably crossed paths with the wolf ghosting after the herd. She didn’t intercept directly, but she caught sight of movement a ways off and froze to curiously watch. It wasn’t immediately apparent where they were headed, or if they were interested in company, so she lifted her head and gave a friendly smile. Something about the girl seemed focused, leaving the medic with the sense that they might not appreciate being hailed and approached.