The grasses were no longer as lush as they were in the spring and summer months, but grass there still was. She had come here in search of prey, hoping to find something small enough to catch on her own. Being on her own meant self-sufficiency was required, but it also meant there were times she went a little hungry. That feeling was not all too uncommon, and her stomach rumbled as she stalked her way through the valley. There was only larger prey here, those which she would need assistance to take down.
Iðunn scoffed under her breath, tail lashing out angrily behind her. Of course she would have bad luck in easy hunting prospects. Her hunger was substantial, strong enough that she was already salivating somewhat by simply looking at the Pronghorn herd in the near distance. Experience with her cousin had taught her it was dangerous enough with two wolves, but hunger could drive a wolf to do things they wouldn't normally.
And so here she was foolishly stalking forward on her own, making sure to keep downwind in the hopes there was a younger doe she could somehow take down on her own. With light steps she moved closer, icy blue eyes darting between each ungulate as she tried to pick out the weakest or smallest one.
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