Mmm, Chicken

The woman was settling into her rather interesting lifestyle pretty well. Being able to do as she pleased without pack hierarchy looming over her was comforting to say the least. Of course it left an empty sort of hole that she couldn't quite seem to fill. Being a wolf who both prized her own independence and individuality as well as the company of others was a bit of a harsh adjustment. More than once she'd become frustrated by hunting, but overall life was decent. She was in a new land with a fresh start and new faces. There were friends to be made, enemies to learn of, and a whole continent to explore. What could be better?

Her wandering had become erratic for the most part. She'd spent the last few weeks living her life like some sort of loyal-less nomad. She slept where she desired and only moved on when she felt like she'd seen everything of interest that had managed to catch her eye in the first place. It was fulfilling in an odd sort of way. Despite the fact she was five, she behaved like a barely overgrown child. Her adventures were almost pup-like in nature and more often than not she did daring things that required almost no thought at all.

It was when she came upon the buffalo herd that she knew there was fun to be had. Ever cell within her body urged her to go chase them. She wanted to taunt them, to see what they did when they were angry, and most of all just see how far she could get under the creatures' skin. She had no hopes of killing one, but she saw the fun in the large beasts.

A scent veered her off track. This was one she didn't recognize so she followed it for a while until a strange bird came into view. It was a short bird of sorts though if someone asked she would have never been able to tell them the name of it. Seeing an easy meal of it she crouched in the shrubs that obscured her from view and was just about ready to pounce from the bushes when a red figure came out of nowhere.

She halted and eyed the creature warily as it killed the chicken instead. She waited and watched as it began plucking the feathers from its meal. Her nose turned up at the thought and all of a sudden she didn't care that a meal had been taken from her. She wasn't overly fond of feathers and putting that much effort just to be able to eat her food didn't seem all that appealing anymore. Instead she studied the strange thing ranging from the odd colors of the fur, the scars that marked its body, the strange thing around its neck, and curious of all the long fur that came from its head. In the end she deemed the large thing to be canine, a wolf, and she stepped out from hiding. She could smell the feminine scent and overall wasn't very pleased at the idea. She'd expected it to be a male, but company was company and she wasn't going to be picky right now. She was a little perturbed by the size of her, never having seen a woman as large as she, but she shoved the thought aside.

"What's that thing you're plucking feathers from?" She asked brazenly.

"SPEAK"