Since her sisters dissapearence Sif had become a recluse, continually sticking to the border of the packland and other lands without going across it. She knew from birth that she would struggle, communication in a pack was key and if she couldn’t communicate with others then she would become a burden upon the rest of them, she did not want to become a burden and so she began training with her father. It helped take her mind off of Innana and her defect, she did laps on the beach to build up her puppy muscles eve jumping up the dunes to define them, her body will never build up great bulk nor will she grow tall but she will be a beautiful huntress. Sif travels today take her along a path she herself has worn down over the past few months, the trail leads to where a small creek flowed into the ocean.

Her ears do not seem to large until you look at her nose, all sorts of ill perportions make her look awkward. She stands over looking a spring creek as a fish swims past her black toes, silently she waits tail held aloft and ridged as she stands perfectly still the cold water rushing past and into the ocean, this had become a favorite place for her to come and focus on something else for a while. Another fish floats lazily past her feet but it was not time, ever since she had gone to see Abel to get him to help her find her lost sister she had understood finally the need for better communication between her and her pack-mates, it stressed how utterly useless she had felt and when Abel had had a hard time understanding her she had run away before the tears of frustraition on her own part.

This time she had not passed up the opprotunity as a fish halted biefly, jaws parted and puppy teeth snapped shut with a satisfying crunch, not to kill the fish but enough to peirce its scaley flesh and allow her to grab it. In a flurry of water droplets and fur she jumps clean of the water and back onto land dragging the fish with her, she pulled it far away from the bank and into a small grassy area so it couldb’t flop to far and get away. Hiden away in the growing grass the remains of previous victims, Sif sits on her haunches and places the fish on the ground finally looking down on it as it wriggles and becomes tangled in the tall grass, her tongue falls out of her mouth as she watches with rapt attention as the fish struggles to breath without the life giving water surrounding it. She grabs at the flesh behind the gill and rips it wide open to see it’s blood ooze out and cover her mouth as she chewed on the white flesh, the insides spill around her feet and make her laugh inwardly, it seems the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.