Swiftcurrent Creek La Sylphide

As if teething hadn't been bad enough, the growing pains were now worse, and made Cygnet more moody and irritable. She was seldom still, and roved throughout the pack's claim like a caged animal, having found that rigorous exercise seemed to help temporarily numb the pain that threaded through her frame. She had a ravenous appetite, and investigated every set of tracks that crossed her path. 

Ruthlessly, she felt little shame in raiding a cache when she found one. She was the youngest in the pack, and her body screamed at her to eat, eat, eat. Weaving through the bushes like a wily ferret, she followed her nose to a fresh patch of disturbed earth- and promptly began to dig up whatever it was that had been buried there.