She hated being back.
Even if she feasted, even if she slept without fear of something getting her backside. Although she isolated herself either way. There had been little traits picked up in the freshest parts of her grief that she had not shaken. Like how it seemed easier to move in the night. Less competition for simple existence at this hour.
Which was why she made first for a cache, where she could rummage free a meal. Prepared to accept it in peace as she unearthed the near spoiled leg of...something. It hardly mattered what. Only that the meat would still be good enough to tide her over.
Yet something rustled nearby and at once she came to life with an aggressive stance. Hackles raised as she hunched defensively over the meal she had unearthed.
It was supposed to be too late to be unbothered.