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Marrow

Marrow worked her way south, strolling through the fog of a dark and humid forest. Her stomach gurgled with hunger and her keen eyes scouted for anything that could be eaten, her nostrils flaring to try and pick up any scent. Marrow would eat just about anything she could catch, whether fresh kill or another predator's rotting leftovers, it didn't matter. Her ears flicked forward as she caught the scent of deer. The scent wasn't terribly old but she couldn't hear anything where she currently was so she picked a direction and started following the scent.

Already Marrow was salivating at the idea of fresh deer meat, even if it was unlikely she could take one. Yet, hunger drove her to try. She was approaching a clearing when she caught sight of a young wolf, almost a yearling. "Psst, hey you seen any deer in these parts?"