the lost lamb

Following the scent trail of a hare, Vaia was begrudgingly on the hunt. She didn’t enjoy having to harm another creature, even if it was for food. But she knew it was necessary to keep herself alive. Wolves couldn’t survive on berries and fruits, as much as she wished they could. And given she had failed her last few hunts, and hadn’t found a carcass to pick on in several weeks, she was starving. Almost to death. Slow in her movements, and noticeably frail. She also didn’t want to burden others with her inability to feed herself, which left her in quite a predicament.

Closing in on the hare, stalking through the underbrush, and coming within striking distance. Vaia launched herself at the foraging creature- but she was too soon. The hare heard her rustling through the bushes, taking off and vanishing into an underground burrow just as Vaia lunged-  leaving the girl with paws full of dirt and another failed hunt.


"Vaia"