pack mentality; wolfbane

[Sawtooth]

Sawtooth rolls around in the grass, itching her shoulders and back as her tail thumps happily against the ground. She’s heard of this plague business - seen the way it has taken root in the animals that she used to prey upon. Now she has to shapeshift back and devour mouthfuls of bland boring grass to satisfy her hunger.

It just wasn’t the same as feeling the joy of the hunt or the spray of blood in the mouth and the crunch of skin and bone between her teeth. Even thinking about it leaves her with a happy toothsome grin on her muzzle as her eyes close to mere slits against the bright sunlight falling down on her. She thinks she could like it here already - it was easy to do since part of her pack was here.

She dismisses the mention of the pampas coming as a package deal with a keeper too. How delightful for him not have to bend a knee or conquer. Sawtooth wonders if he is relieved to no longer be in charge of more than just his sisters or if this is just a brief respite until the plague passes. She just assumes that it will, like everything else in Beqanna.

The black wolf sits up and manages a frown, nor can she stifle the curl of upper lip over teeth as he asks after their sister and packmate. This is Bane - brother, uncontested pack-leader, and she does not hide the worry from her face. “No, we had but then I lost her and I couldn’t find her scent.” Sawtooth lays back down and buried her face in her paws at the awful admission she’d had to make to him - that she, of all creatures, could not track their sister down.

Deep down, she was afraid the plague might have claimed her and she wished with wild desperation that that wasn’t true. In the meantime, she couldn’t bear to look at him, feeling like she had somehow failed him in keeping their pack together.

@[Wolfbane] great minds think alike! <3