The sound of dripping water was her only companion in the depths of the cave. Even the bats had refused her company, and a grim stillness of the black stone walls soon filled the entire cavern. It was almost completely dark here; only the faintest breaths of sunlight filtered into the chamber. Perfect.

Samus lay on her side, hidden on the top of a slight natural shelf. The end of an abandoned femur occupied her maw, the lazy chewing of her ivories slowly turning the ball, whittling it like wood, molding like clay. It wasn’t from a kill of hers, sadly. Rather, she had stumbled upon a long forgotten carcass and couldn’t resist the urge to pick up a souvenir.

Activities at the pack had been lacking, to say the least. Queens was off, yet again, doing whatever Queens did when she abandoned them. Making more children to abandon, probably. But Samus’ bitterness was probably just due to the isolation she was going through. Sure, her former life of bounty hunting glory had been fairly solitary, but she still had contact with clients and targets, and that was enough to keep her relatively sane. Now what did she have? Even that little runt she had grown attached to back in the pack was gone. And, despite all her problems, she still couldn’t convince herself to leave that mess of a family. So everyone once in a while she would steal away and meet with this dark, shadowy mistress in hopes that these brief visits would somehow sustain her for the weeks to come.

The huntress gave a low groan as she rolled herself to a laying position, countering the force of gravity with sheer will, and lifted her cranium for a moment to scan for any unwanted guests. Even in these mountainous, echo-making caverns one could sneak up on another. But with the coast clear, she returned her dull gaze to the joint and started her gnawing once again, gripping the fractured stem of the bone with her paws, each protruding razor hoping to find purchase on the alabaster surface. It was the pastime of a dog, a mutt, a cur, but if it occupied the space between her boredom and her laziness then it was worth something.

As her enthusiasm for the femur waned, the sounds bouncing about within the cave slowly came to an end. A creature suffocating under its own weight. And now, with nothing to do, not even Samus Aran could control the labored sigh that tumbled out of her maw like fog, her heavy head descending to the cold granite below. She had no purpose to live anymore. And yet, those daring emerald eyes of hers still flickered in the firelight of her own undying spirit, a bonfire stripped to a candle, but still a flame in the blanketing darkness all around her. Maybe that warmth was enough to keep her going.

[OOC: Yeah, sorry for the crappy late post, you know have first posts go. X---x]