Redhawk Caldera Julio! Get the stretch!

Dove was in a bit of a tizzy this afternoon, and decided to do something out of character - again - but this time her behavior wasn't motivated by her hormones (or if it was, she wasn't very aware). Apparently everyone in this godforsaken pack hated her guts when all she did was - well - nothing. Yeah sure, she'd said a few heated things to one of the more snide members, but it was in self defense! Honest! And Fox - her own sister, supporting some halfblood nobody just because they shared a father! It was all ridiculous.

'Maybe I should just go back home.' She thought bitterly. The pale girl had spent the morning alone, and as much as she wanted the company of her sister, she also didn't, not if it meant another scolding, or the potential of being kicked right out of the pack. But then again, what did it matter. There was nothing for her here! Even the one vaguely attractive guy had turned against her.

In an effort to ease the frustration brewing within herself, Dove sought out one of the caches and began to furiously dig. All she found was a rack of half-rotten ribs, and the smell alone made her want to hurl - but beneath them, tucked away in the earth, was a lengthy leg bone (or something like that, she didn't know the anatomy of the prey around here, god). No matter how hard she pulled on the exposed bone, it wouldn't come loose; she even tried to brace herself against the burrow like some kind of oil rig, her head tucked almost to her chest.

And then, when she was so weary from her fighting that she thought she would just collapse and die — the bone came loose. Dove was sent spiraling backwards on to her pale ass, which didn't stay pale for long, and the bone clattered uselessly alongside her.