Blackfoot Forest bones

Jinx had not eaten for a couple days. The soreness and itchiness of the wound on her neck was so distracting that she had forgotten to. When she wandered, it was in a hungry half-stupor, body feeling cold with the need for food. Her paws took her from Horizon Ridge as they oft did, proceeding with unceasing speed to the edge of the forest which had once been hers. The Loa she had come to worship, and had taught her wolves of, were no longer there, but she still found comfort in the haunting shadows of the trees.

Her ambulation halted suddenly when she crossed the path of another wolf, white as herself, but smelling of decay rather than blood. The woman's bones seemed to poke from her skin like knives yearning to break free of their sheaths, but her belly was rounded with a recent feast, or so Jinx assumed. She knew nothing of the way one's belly would swell when they starved, its muscle no longer sufficient to keep its contents contained. Her eyes were fixed on the female, but unfocused... Until Clarice spoke in that high, keening voice she employed when the Loa were assaulting her senses, and rushed an unseen shadow.

The mad woman's head turned suddenly toward Jinx, who at last recognized her. Her head drew up over her shoulders in a gesture of shock and also anger; the feeling of betrayal she had managed to stifle over the past couple months rose in her, drenching her heart in agony anew. "You," she said by way of greeting, her tongue lapping over her jowls as she tried to decide how to act. "You left me."