Wapun Meadow Don't you dare forget the sun

Leaving one of the new initiates behind at the sentry stone for a shift, Ameline trotted out into the frosty meadow in hopes of finding something to quell the rumbling in her stomach. Something small, not something troublesome- though she would search for fresh deer droppings and rally the troops for a larger hunt later, she thought. It made her happy to think she had able hands to call upon; able hands now, and a happy pack come winter. 

Babies, perhaps, in the Spring. 

Gaining new members to the pack only served to whet her apetite for more, though. So when she spotted a loner in the meadows, her ears flicked forward, and she licked her lips so she might assess his scent better. He was a good size, and did not smell of disease. From a distance, she could not see his scars or the pale, opalescent quality of his eye- but she began to approach anyhow, optimistically believing that perhaps he might be of some use.