Redhawk Caldera balenote

The woman had been cautiously settling into her new life in this pack. Brecheliant. The name and presence of her culture in bits of pieces truthfully brought her comfort… though not too much. She was on her own, as she always was. She had been tracking a herd along the edge of the territory when the call went up. The woman’s ears perked up and she made her way curiously towards the call.
 
She arrived to see the prey, pieces already torn off and she did not hesitate to go and grab her own filling, eagerly hauling it off to hide away in a den somewhere and devour it. She took only enough for herself, not wanting to share conversation or food with anyone until she had come up with a proper plan of what she was going to do and how she was going to do it.