Sunset Valley And she'll do what she pleases

She stopped when she was close enough to see what the dark-furred girl was doing. For a second she couldn't believe it. A perfectly healthy pack wolf, eating mice — choosing to eat mice. Rae, who had raised herself involuntarily on a diet of mice and rats both fresh and rotted, grimaced. Her own show of reflexes was in her immediate and instinctive disgust.
Rae figured she could afford to be a little judgmental, now that she was a pack wolf herself. She eyed the girl in silence, outright disgust morphing into contemptuous pity with each passing second. Must suck, she thought, to have such terrible taste.