Swiftcurrent Creek Let's blow a hole in this town

Hunger made her gut gurgle. It seemed a never-ending cycle- hunt, eat, and then eventually get hungry enough to eat again, but the hunt had to come first. She did what she could to avoid pulling food from the caches, knowing she might eventually get caught for being a freeloader when there were -younger- children to be fed.

She hated not being the child. She detested the new children for taking her privilege away from her. 

Mae drew little ire from her, and thus made an excellent hunting partner. She began to search for her packmate, only to find herself back-tracking when she caught Mae’s scent on the air. 

She greeted Mae with several happy, hungry snaps of her jaws, and a brief wave of her short tail.