She had stayed within the crags, finding a strange sort of comfort in the rocks. She weaved in and out of the rocks and caves, a pheasant dangling from her maw. Eleanor was searching for somewhere safe and secluded to eat, knowing that many wolves called these caves their homes during the colder months. Although she was a bit bristly, intruding on another's territory, however vague that might be in the free lands, was not something that she wished to do. Defense was more the slate-grey woman's attitude. Seeking out a fight was, well, not what she had needed to do. They seemed to come to her quite easily on their own.
Eleanor flicked an ear as she came across a wide, yawning cave-mouth, and she peered into the blackness with curiosity. The caves intrigued her, though she wasn't exactly keen on being blinded by the omnipotent darkness that they held. She carried her catch just beyond the entrance to the cave where light still managed to find it's way to. It was strangely warm inside, and she realized why wolves chose to make their homes here. There were no scents in this one, though, and so for the moment she was safe.
She picked at the feathers on her pheasant absentmindedly, vibrant eyes glancing at the cave entrance every so often. Eleanor was wary but not on edge- these lands were still unfamiliar to her and she hadn't wandered outside of the crags quite yet. She wasn't sure of the type of wolves that lived here, and while she had no doubt she could easily hold her own against any foe, she wasn't too interested in being attacked during her meal.
Sharp fangs dug into the flesh of her kill and she chewed and swallowed, tail giving a few satisfied flicks. It was a fat bird, surprising given the season, but Eleanor was grateful for it. After being exiled from her tribe, it had been quite hard to bring down a substantial meal on her own, given that she wasn't even an adult yet. So now, she was appreciative of whatever food that she could catch. Sometimes it took hardship to teach one to appreciate the things that other wolves took for granted.
ELEANOR
AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR