The she-wolf rolled in the sun, trying to steal the heat for her own use. She was freshly groomed, smelling of pride. Her fur was almost sparkling, each section fluffed out and soft. She was comfortable, wrapped in a tight ball on the ground. She was enjoying the day, the floor was dented with her figure, made just for her. It felt nice, warming somehow. She wasn't thinking about packs, the border had to be pretty far away for all of them. She could slightly smell one, but only because it was drifting in the air, a warning she was coming up to one. She was safe in her own isolated bubble. Full of beauty, comfort, and warmth. She was alone, and happy, no worries.
Her stomach rumbled, focusing her attention on the meal near her paws. She licked her lips, preparing, relaxing in the moment. She liked this part of dinner, knowing she was going to have a great feast. The feeling that came over her was something she couldn't explain, the feeling only a starved loner could ever feel. She bared her fangs, then dove in, not caring about the blood covering her muzzle. She'd have time to clean it off later, right now she wanted to make a mess, she wanted to do what she could to enjoy herself.
Eating was a great time of the day, and now she could. She could do what ever she wanted, and this was what she wanted. She tore off the limbs, tearing into the food and slurping up the blood. She was proud of herself for making such a catch, one of her biggest yet. It was more than pride that filled her now, even better than that. This meal would last her all day.