Greatwater Lake Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect

Although Macaria was perfectly capable of hunting, she was a being of death. She had lived with, and learned to eat like, Ravens, for two months of her puphood. 
Carrion was no bother to her and she opened the bloated carcass eagerly, loops of grey intestines uncoiling. 
"No one gets used to it. If you don't have a safe place to hide, a pack, or at least a traveling companion, you may be one of the lives this storm claims." 
The thought makes her frown....she was unprotected as well. And a pretty little shewolf about her age wasn't the worst traveling companion, surely... 
"Do you have a home?" She didn't smell like a pack, but perhaps she was like Macaria, planning her own conquest.