Whitefish River I can feel the touch from another world

When the doe fell, the young Plateau wolf let Somnia go ahead. In her pack the children always got first pick, but the second they'd become contributing juveniles, they had to fight to eat. Saena had big dreams, but she was conditioned by her upbringing not to be rude. She hadn't cared about it mere weeks ago, but she was older now, and far wiser than she'd been.

Still, it was next to impossible to ignore the allure of blood, and soon Saena was jostling for a place at the doe's side. With only two of them, it wasn't difficult to get a spot, and she fed eagerly in the fashion wolves did: as though a famine was coming. When she was full enough, she stepped back to survey what remained.

"There should be enough for us each to bring some home," she concluded, willing herself not to think of the bright red stomach that meat would likely fill.