Swiftcurrent Creek bleak

The girl roved in search of another cache to raid. The little catches she of voles and mice were enough to satisfy her need for exercise, but provided only a slim amount of nutrients in comparison to the effort it took to hunt them down. She wanted an easier meal, something more substantial. 

She spotted Akavir, recognizing his dark fur and scent, though she was puzzled to see him simply flat on the ground. She wondered at first if he was dead, and approached him sheerly due to curiosity. She licked her nose and sniffed, noting that he didn't smell terribly dead, though he didn't smell completely healthy either. Despair seemed to hang over him. 

She pondered how the alpha of the pack had been felled- and if his power could be snatched away if he was defeated in such a shape. He didn't look like he would be terribly hard to defeat in this state. Anywhere else, it might have been a wonder that no one had sought to take advantage of the moment and strike. 

Willing to test the boundaries, and to see how much of a fight a sick wolf could put up she crept forward, her body held low like a badger. Her Labradorite eyes glittered with curiosity as she snuck closer- with the intention of nipping at his hind paws to see what sort of reaction she might get.