Redtail Rise out of shape,

The carcass which herself and Faust had taken down a few days prior was nearly gone now. Picked away at by scavengers along with Dione returning every so often, you could barely tell that it was once a caribou.

Laid beside it on the lower part of the rise, she chewed on a bone that was once part of a leg. She knew that by now she should be gone, it was the principle of the matter, but her interest was held here. She was not yet ready to leave.

It had been a long time since she settled in one place for any amount of time, but she knew that she missed it. The chore of keeping up territory, the careful management of a growing pack, it was all something she missed dearly. But her own pack was long gone now, destroyed by a single border scuffle killing her mate. She could have kept going, she still had her children, and yet Dione had left.

Now here she laid, alone.