Emberwood i'm not your problem anymore

for @Earp (or @Derg?) and @Donovan Azura

she slipped into the treeline, eager to get away from the stinking mud of the wetlands. they were rich ecosystems, worth exploration for the nutrient rich vegetation — but one had to be in the mood for the humidity and thick scent of rot, and the hard work of traversing through the sucking mire. today, sadhbh was not, and so she sought the solid ground of the emberwood.

without a pack to support her in taking down large prey, the she-wolf was constantly hungry. she supposed it had been that way, always, but her mother had at least brought her what scraps of ungulate meat she could sneak to sadhbh's solitary den. the last time she had tasted moose or elk...

she licked saliva from the corners of her lips.

it wouldn't do to dwell on that; after all, she knew how to survive on small game almost exclusively. lunch time, then. sadhbh moved between the aspens, fiery eyes searching the forest floor for signs of a warren, nose twitching as she analyzed the scents in the air for one that might lead her to her quarry.