@Neha <3
The rushing water had sounded so much like Hearthwood's river that, for a fleeting moment, Bennet had doubted where she was. But it passed quickly with a curt shake of the head to banish the disorientation, and she dropped it by the side of the road and left the memory and its discomfort behind. She didn't want to be thinking about @Kyrios at a time like this, when she was who-knew how far away, when everything was different now. Bennet was a dragon now - she had been all along, but now she knew knew it. For real. Not just wishful thinking, but in her blood.
Unfortunately, being a dragon wasn't all power and splendour. Kept at a distance as she had always been, Bennet had never been able to really appreciate the security and comforts offered by a pack, even one as small as Hearthwood; she had never questioned where her next meal was coming from. The river wolves had always provided. Now they were alone and just three, and there were probably only two fully working eyes between her parents, and Bennet too young to really be much use hunting. For the first time, the little dragon experienced hunger - a real hunger, not the childish, ignorant kind which had driven her to aggression in the cosy den she had been born, the sort which was more spawned by boredom and the demands of the young. Just like her new blood, this was real, too.
But Bennet was not a complainer, nor did she enjoy being dependent, and rather than pester @Karina or @Kjors to catch something for her, had chosen to tend to her own needs.
Something about the dark, round shapes caught her eye and triggered a strange impulse which travelled straight to the bottom of her stomach. Logically she saw no appeal at all; they were not warm, they were not alive, they did not smell of flesh or bone, and yet the rumblings spurned her on. Almost in a daze the dark-pelted girl wandered towards the thriving bush of tiny treasures and pressed her nose towards a hanging cluster of them, entranced by their dull shine and sweet smell. Slowly her lips opened and she wrapped her tongue around the bundle entirely, and before she could change her mind pulled them into her mouth and closed it.
The taste was rich and sharp and pleasant and vile all at the same time and she winced as they burst in her mouth, but then - almost just to get rid of them - she swallowed and her stomach felt a little flutter of relief.
That was that. With a marksman's precision and efficiency she targeted sweet cluster after cluster and plucked them from the bush, until she felt some semblance of full even if it was just plant and not meat but at least she had banished the emptiness, for now. Content, and with no more berries within reach, Bennet plopped back onto her hindquarters with a satisfied grunt, licking her juice-laden lips, and she had several minutes of wonderful contentment until her stomach rumbled again and this time it was different to hunger.
Very different.
A soft whine and a clenching pain and she sank down onto her belly, wrapping her paws around her muzzle, determined not to waste her efforts and lose her fullness, but her gut only complained louder and harder and angrier and was it worth it?