Doe ate the fennel until her belly bulged, rounding out the guantness of her jutting ribcage. It was not very nutritious, but it eased the hunger pains.
She had not hunted in several days. Her time was spent searching out dark hollows and twisted roots - not really knowing what she was looking for, but driven by warped instinct to find.... something. She'd never felt these urges before, but she was far past caring; far past even knowing that her behavior was strange. She simply searched, and searched until her paws would not carry her any further. This time, when she awake from her exhausted slumber, she way lying in the middle of a glittering copse. Tiny beings were flittering around her, and she leapt to her paws with a savage snarl, protecting Jawbone from the aerial foes.
When they would not cease in their attacks, she simply snatched up the bone and dashed away, hiding in an old foxhole she'd already investigated earlier in the day (week-month-year-?) and found wanting. It was not what she was looking for - she knew without really knowing - but it served her well enough as a hiding place for the time being.
Gently, reverently, she laid Jawbone (friend-brother-mate-father-pup-?) at her teat and encouraged him to suckle. When the old bone did nothing of the sort, she began to vigorously groom it. When fussy grooming turned into hungry gnawing, Jawbone shifted seamlessly from creature to object. Hours later, she would howl mournfully as it turned back into a - mangled - pup.
But it wouldn't matter. Soon enough, he would be her alpha once again.
She had not hunted in several days. Her time was spent searching out dark hollows and twisted roots - not really knowing what she was looking for, but driven by warped instinct to find.... something. She'd never felt these urges before, but she was far past caring; far past even knowing that her behavior was strange. She simply searched, and searched until her paws would not carry her any further. This time, when she awake from her exhausted slumber, she way lying in the middle of a glittering copse. Tiny beings were flittering around her, and she leapt to her paws with a savage snarl, protecting Jawbone from the aerial foes.
When they would not cease in their attacks, she simply snatched up the bone and dashed away, hiding in an old foxhole she'd already investigated earlier in the day (week-month-year-?) and found wanting. It was not what she was looking for - she knew without really knowing - but it served her well enough as a hiding place for the time being.
Gently, reverently, she laid Jawbone (friend-brother-mate-father-pup-?) at her teat and encouraged him to suckle. When the old bone did nothing of the sort, she began to vigorously groom it. When fussy grooming turned into hungry gnawing, Jawbone shifted seamlessly from creature to object. Hours later, she would howl mournfully as it turned back into a - mangled - pup.
But it wouldn't matter. Soon enough, he would be her alpha once again.
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