Too much

The sun had begun its slow descent in the sky, cruising rapidly toward the horizon. The colors that it painted on the horizon were breathtaking - reminiscent of her own coat, really - a brilliant palette of deep colors cascading across the sky, from purples and pinks and faint hints of orange where the sun peeked out from behind cloud cover.

Maybe a different sort of wolf would find the whole display peaceful, but Tethys didn't have such a mindset currently. For some reason she'd been feeling unusually short-tempered these days, her mood only partly self-induced. Lately she'd been admittedly slacking on her training, though she felt motivated to keep pushing herself toward greatness.

That didn't mean she was happy with her progress though. Realistically she wasn't sure how fast she ought to be pushing though, and she wasn't about to ask. Mulling over it as she went, she caught the scent of prey - something that made her stomach rumble. The sound of bird chatter alerted her to the presence of a few ruffed grouse nearby, fighting behind one of the submerged trees nearby.