Eleanor was not aware that she was not alone. Picking at her catch, tail brushing against the rocky floor of the cavern, she sat and thought. Life had been slow, boring, but she was not adverse to this. It was certainly better than having everyone looking at her, scrutinizing her, trying to discern whether she was really female. By scent and appearance alone it was not easy, but perhaps the timbre of her voice would give her away- it was a silly notion, really, with all the work that she had done, even going so far as to eat certain herbs that would boost her femininity. But it was these things that still worried her, things that kept her up late at night, and things that she thought of when she was alone such as now.

It seemed, however, that she would not be alone for long. Eleanor picked up her head as the light from the mouth of the cave dimmed, only to see another wolf standing there, blocking the entrance. A low, warning growl rumbled from her throat but it seemed that the stranger would not be dissuaded. "Leave." The woman snarled, snapping her jaws, but she did not expect the lunge towards her catch.

Eleanor grabbed the pheasant and flung it to the side- she was not usually territorial, but surprise had made her so. She got to her paws quickly, claws scrabbling against the rock as she sought to stand in front of the bird, fur bristling and vibrant eyes staring the stranger down. "Didn't your mother teach you how to share?" She growled, her tail raised in a dominant fashion. She was taller, but the female was broader- if it came to a fight, it would certainly be a close one. But Eleanor had no doubt in her mind that she would come out on top. She had been born a boy, after all, trained to fight and defend and protect what was hers.