Swiftcurrent Creek the guardian

Perhaps others would call her stupid, but Warthog could sense eyes upon her, and chose anyway to press over the thickly scented strip into the wolflands. There, she stood with shoulders hunched against the unseen watcher and the cold, fear gnawing at her empty belly and puddling her bowels; she might have had an accident, had there been food in her lower gullets. As it was, the Rottweiler merely grunted in pain as her intestines protested with a brief spasm of gas, one that passed as soon as it had come, and, lowering her blocky head once more, she began the eternal search for meat.