The scents of the pack wolves fills her nostrils. Her head lifts slightly, but not enough so to feel the sting of the bites again. Hunger pulls at her stomach viciously. Harp was unable to hunt again after Sagacity had taken her fish. After acquiring bite wounds on the base of her neck/shoulders from her, her hunting abilities were limited. She nears the opening of the cavern now, and the dark coated wolf seats herself right before the mouth. She lands with a heavy umph before bringing her tail around her right haunch.
The woman allows her eyes to close now as a cool breeze envelopes her. The crisp scent of autumn hangs loosely in the air as the leaves on trees begin their color change. Autumn was Harp's favorite season, and this was not a good way to start it off. The woman shifts her weight slightly as she points her muzzle into the cavern. She had not a clue what her leadess was up to, but she called out softly in case she was in the cave. "Narimé?" It was not loud at all- it was almost a mere coo. Harp's tail flicks as she awaits any sort of company. Her confident, happy mood was exhausted- she was nothing but tired right now.