Firefly Glen [PHE] sngagil

When you were your sole provider, you did what it took to survive.

There were wolves here - and where there were wolves, there'd be food left over. Averie had spent the last night picking around the outskirts for any straggling meat or soft paws she could wrestle food from. But these packs were resourceful and cunning, not unlike herself.

Much harder to steal from than coyotes and foxes.

Averie considered the girl by the river with the eyes of opportunity. She was younger than many of the others - perhaps as young as herself, but surely not any older! She looked of pack blood through and through. Healthy, adjusted, and presently concerned with matters the young stray had little time herself to fuss about.

Averie drew up to the river with the guise of taking a drink, but a side eye at the girl betrayed another interest. Gee, she said, nonchalant and conversational as she bent down to lap at the steam, that puddle must've been awfully deep.