Since You've Been Gone

These days she had grown frail and skinny. The events of the long night had prey infected and the ones that weren't sick had been hunted by packs or more capable wolves. Vanille wasn't too bad off on her own, but it was a hard life to live. Since she had lost her mother life had been hard. But she knew enough to pick herself up and survive.

Coming across the Prairie, she had sensed the number of increasing prey as the day went on while she had camped out nearby. She had collected just a couple supplies for her feat, she knew she'd have to work with the land around her to get her meal. She made her way out to the small creek of the prairie, taking a sip before searching for the place she wanted to build her trap. Dropping a vine she had pulled from the willows a little north of here and a couple thick sticks as pegs, she looked at the land below her feet and started questioning where she wanted to dig the pit.

"Vanille"