Ever since she’d found that dead deer with Neha, the young wolf had been more and more interested in fresh meat. Often, she fed herself at the pack’s caches, for Phineas usually had other things to attend to. When he didn’t, her father would make sure his daughter was not wanting, but since her maternal abandonment, the Argyris had become far more independent than she’d been in months past. She simply went when she was hungry, instead of waiting around for someone to find her while she wilted. Before the snow had started falling, she’d hunted field mice among the rocks – but such tiny mammals hardly held the same appeal as a fallen buck.
Kyna wanted to hunt.
The problem was, she didn’t rightly know how. Her mother had taught her to stalk and pounce, but this really only worked on animals smaller than herself. If she craved something larger than a mouthful, and truly, the little blond did, it would require a different tactic, and that was one the girl did not know. Fortunately, she was fairly certain she knew how to obtain the information she so wished for. Lifting her dainty skull skywards, she let out a note for other members of her family. There was nothing urgent in her voice, and while she wished for her father, she supposed any adult would do. They could all hunt, she assumed, and so they should all be able to teach.