11/18/2021, Dusk, Open to any FGC member (please only 1-2)
Rhaegara had been avidly hunting for the pack. As the weather started to get colder, she had been particularly focused on making sure the caches were stocked. She made sure to keep caches near the main den, particularly for the pups as well as herself and Saga to have easy access to. The children were always her focus, both her own daughter, but also Saga’s children. They had spoken during their pregnancy, and it truly took a pack to raise a child, especially now that they were both doing so alone… she was heading to one of those personal caches to fetch something for the pups before they settled down for bed when the scent of coyote ripped through her nostrils, causing an instinctive snarl.
She headed over, and that snarl turned to a whine when she saw the carnage. Filthy savages, left such a mess. The cache was a mess. She lifted her muzzle to call for another adult in the pack, hoping that they could trace it back and ensure the beasts were off the territory completely. The last thing they needed were some coyotes on the loose ripping into their food, or worse, their young.