The she-wolf was lying awake and unmoving in cool cave behind a waterfall. Staring at the wall, as if she had been waiting for death to come upon her. She blinked her hues for a moment then lifted her head to stare at her bloody pawpads. She had done alot of exploring trying to feed her pack. Her ears twitched, and she lifted her head as she heard a crimson and dark colored male approach, staring down at her. One of her lead hunters. "Don't.. I know the state of my pack by now, Fire.. Soon enough an heir will be chosen.. But currently I just rest. I must plan.."
