Firefly Glen Fear in the Unknown

"But shouldn't it be the other way round? If you are part of a pack, you are more likely to take down the big game. Where there will be plenty of food for every one," as she said this, her mouth filled with saliva, just thinking about the abundance of flesh that came with taking down something as big as elk or moose. The problem was, however, that, while Dwin loved the taste, she was not as keen on hunting the beasts. Before them she was keenly aware of how small and weak she was. Conflicting feelings. Same as wanting to eat that pizza very, very badly, but also knowing that it would fight you viciously and potentially smother you. 

"I mean I had very hard time finding food, while I was away. Mom was right telling that the weather did not favor small game hunts," she admitted. There had been a great deal of other useful and reasonable things her mom and dad, and other adult figures in the family had told her, but she had dismissed them until she had proven them to be true on her own. "Do you have a lot of brothers and sisters?" she asked next.