Swiftcurrent Creek I make mountains out of stones

"new" wasn't a very good thing to be. it meant untested and untrusted, and when he introduced himself fully she muttered only, "oh. like Pema." she'd never liked the she-wolf, and so her opinion of the man did not shift. he asked something about eating, and she blinked at him a moment before gesturing at the half-eaten body of a pika near her paws, half a day old and little more than bones. she'd picked at it all day, not because she was hungry but because she knew the importance of eating now.