[Birch]

Her bones itched to stretch, to feel the hunt, to feel something other than nothing.
Nothing is something she felt all too often now, her teeth clenched often just to feel the pressure - something, anything, she craved the feeling of being in charge of her own life and now that she was lost in a limbo of not knowing what tomorrow would bring, she sought out, perhaps to prove herself or perhaps to feel the adrenaline burn in her lungs with each breath, the largest. 



The Elk grazed, their matted coats and brown meshed together, grunting and snorting to each other in a language she would never be able to understand. Her shoulders tensed, her body low to the ground as she released a small, deep growl in anticipation. Tabitha would not be able to do this alone; even as she spotted a limping one. No, too danger
Tabitha wasn’t about to, either.

She didn’t care who showed up, she didn’t care about sharing - she wanted to hunt. Tabitha was a predator and this morning, this moment, she would remain nothing short of it. Her tail lashed behind her impatiently, saliva pooling in her mouth - she wondered what they tasted like. If anything, if they succeeded, if anyone even came, they would be able to feast for a week or more on this. They didn’t notice her until she stood up, the grass shifting with her movement as she climbed up a small hill and released a long, loud  scream like roar.
Tabitha didn’t care if it scared the elk, she would hunt down the elk and kill at least two.