Jade Fern Grove Arise, Riders of Theoden!

the trail she finds is decidedly odd. the scent is canine, but soft and far removed from that of wolves and coyotes. she considers briefly, but decides to follow it all the same. she is determined to hunt, but her body is reaching its limit. the pain the comes now is near deliberating, sharp and sudden, and her limbs are sore and joints throbbing. perhaps it is the pregnancy, but she is desolate. the woman she used to be is gone, and no matter how hard she pushes herself, she can not run with the speed she used to, and this far from the territory, her exhaustion is overpowering. and so, when she finally catches up with the tiny creature (which looks soft and easy prey) she can do little else but pant and watch it hawkishly, bumbling up in such a way that so creature in her vicinity could miss her approach.