Sex: FemaleShe was a thrummy thing, resembling the size of a yearling as hunger had eventually eluded her mind and spirit; not that she could keep much down anyway. She kept herself busy, being the lowest in the pack with fair health, she had no desire to visit with the others for fear of someone attempting to test their dominance over her and her uncanny ability to resist the hierarchy she had been placed into. It took her days to accept the harsh reality that the male she had loved for many moons had thrown her into the position she would now have to fight tooth and claw out of in order to earn a noble position.
It had been her duty since then to keep a low profile, making sure to maneuver during the night and hunt when others could not grow tempted to steal her morsel. In the event that she had company her natural instinct to flee would take over and she would vanish, similar to a shadow, leaving behind nothing but a scent to follow. Shame grew more evident on her face, and her voice, once boisterous and loud, had become nothing like her own. She did not imagine that her life would have turned this way, not in a million moons, but becoming damaged had a funny way of interfering with the confidence of a creature and Bastet's had surely been severed--she often wept silently to herself when alone.
Lachesis had been a figure she grew to love from afar, he had warned her of the attitude of Kisla and she had been lucky to hardly run into the fae, and when she did it was too brief to consider formal. She assumed that the death of her mate had muddled her down and she was okay with this, she feared her full wrath and made sure to remain out of her way. Today, beneath the darkness of the night sky she moved like a shadow, she stopped only to listen to the shrill cry of caribou in the distance, their night graze tempting to any carnivore, if only she craved the taste of meat. Curiosity lead her in their direction either way and when they were within sight she moved downwind, hoping to keep them from smelling her, for the moment she preferred simply to watch them with hopes that eventually, something worthwhile would interest her.