Written in the stars

"well the others are still at the snow covered tip and I was coming down to scout out new prey and possible others if they be strong and willing to revitalize the pack. More than half are slain others converted. My pack is weak but the females are great hunters but the males were proven to be too weak." She said with a bitter tone as she hated carrying the weight of the failure of her pack. She looks him over with some interest but more curious than anything. She wonders how many other packs have to deal with this issue or was it her packs failing solely. She now starts thinking about how long she's been walking and how long she's been alone. It might have been like 8 cycles so far, about two years now