Evandra was plum tired. She couldn't begin to fathom why she'd thought it was a good idea to go after a rabbit of all things. She knew that'd only end in heartbreak. The rabbit had skittered into its den long before she'd ever reached the den. Sometimes, her large body was both a curse and a blessing. She pawed grumpily at the ground before easing onto her haunches. Either she'd have to find something else or she'd have to wait until tomorrow to get anything worthwhile in her belly.
Times like these made her wish she had a pack. She wasn't sure why on Earth she'd ever want anything to do with one - outside of the hunting benefits - when she clearly had such great luck with being in a pack. The thought of pack life sent an icy needle stabbing through her heart. She missed her home but, more than that, she missed her family. She often wondered what they were doing - if they were okay - and even if they happened to be looking up at the same moon as her. She supposed it didn't do her any good to think about such things, though. It wasn't as if she'd ever see them again.
She didn't even know how she'd manage to get back to Yellowstone. Everything had been topsy-turvy since the humans had put her in a blanketed cage and carried her off to parts unknown while she'd been under the effects of anesthesia. Why had they just kicked her out like that? Had she done something wrong? Had her family somehow communicated to them that she was a problem that needed to be dealt with? No, that was crazy talk. Her family would never communicate such things... Right?
She huffed out a breath and closed her eyes, trying to find something akin to peace of mind. What was she supposed to do in a place like this? She didn't have the first clue about pack life because, apparently, all of her common sense had gone out the window with the sting of a needle. Sometimes, she wished she could forget. She wished - maybe more than anything - that she could find a way to move on with her life. She didn't want to be this messy pup for the rest of her days. The thought, in itself, was jarring enough as it was.
She rose from her haunches and made her way to the shallow pool with a heavy sigh. Everything ached, and she wasn't entirely sure that she was strong enough to brave this new world on her own. She was in possession of many traits but, unfortunately, having a deep reservoir of strength was not among those many traits. She wasn't weak - certainly not - but she also didn't think she was strong enough to survive if she didn't join a pack. The lone wolf died while the pack survived. It was a harrowing thought that she couldn't quite escape. If all else failed, she could probably make a plea with some passerby and hope she hadn't just sealed her own fate.