Sun Mote Copse As if some magic, like a staff found a burning bush

Almost simultaneously, the smell of food and the sound of incomprehensible shouting roused Auburn from her bout of unconsciousness. She came back to wakefulness groggily, half out of her mind with fear, wondering if one of her parents had come to scream at her again, and cowered there on the ground, head pounding, heart fluttering, her body attempting to kick in with adrenaline, but too tired and weak to do much. Then she saw the food directly beneath her raised head and fell on it like a wolf gone rabid, covering parts of it in her admittedly tiny paws, as if to prevent it from being ripped away by an older sibling.

As she ate, she eyed Meerkat and Skipjack with an expression that promised blood and pain if they dared come near her, growling low in the back of her throat as she tore and swallowed without chewing. Her stomach, now unused to so much food, complained at her, threatening to expel her meal even as she continued eating it. She kept the vomit down by sheer force of will, though her stomach twisted painfully as she continued to devour the food. Her eyes were fierce and wild and angry, flicking back and forth between mother and son, hackles raised, back paws underneath her, ready to spring up at a moment's notice and fight to the death.

Small and emaciated as she was, she probably looked much more like an angry fox than a wolf, but foxes could do severe damage if need be.