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[Robin]

Robin fought the urge to flatten her ears against her head as she took in the sight of the herd; for as far as her eyes could see there were bison; huge creatures that she could never dream of taking down without the aid of a pack, no matter how much the hunger might claw at her stomach and urge her to do so. She gave an agitated flick of her tail and turned her face into the wind to take up the scents, but there was only the heavy musk of the bison to be tasted on the light spring breeze, and that did nothing to improve her mood. “You didn’t come here to hunt!” she snarled to herself bitterly. The soft caress of the wind through her thick fur did help to soothe her temper somewhat and she sighed out a breath as she once more gained control of her anxiety. In truth it was the rumours that had brought her to this place; rumours of a large and strong pack that roamed this land. She had been alone for so long, she couldn’t go back to that, she needed a family and she could only hope desperately that this pack would allow her to become part of theirs, but now that she was here she was too frightened to call out and draw attention to herself, instead skulking around until she found a slightly cooler spot in the shade of a shrub, beneath while she stretches herself and settled down for an afternoon snooze that she hoped would take her mind from her hunger. Whatever distraction the sleep brought was short lived, in her hungry and tired state Robin had failed to remain alert, so when a calf wandered towards the shrub it went unnoticed. No doubt the little beast simply wondered how the green shrubbery would taste. However, not only was the taste rather bitter and unpleasant, but the poor calf had accidentally stepped on the tail of a sleeping wolf – a very short tempered sleeping wolf for that matter. At first Robin snarled and turned towards her assailant, but catching the big, soft brown eyes in her own brown gaze made her hesitate. Part of her mind wondered whether she would be able to bring down this calf alone, a softer part of her wondered why the young creature was alone and distanced from the herd. Was it like her? Had it been left behind? She drew back her ears and thought for a moment, she was weak and tired, though she might never get another opportunity like this she wasn’t convinced she could bring down the calf without becoming injured; not alone. She snarled at it again and the little bison took a step back and flicked an ear cautiously, apparently acknowledging the possible danger, but it didn’t run. The she-wolf chose instead to turn and walk away from the calf, after all – if it did have a mother somewhere close by she would come to the calf’s aid if it were to be attacked. With a tilt of his head and a slight shuffle of his hooves the calf moved to follow. So it was orphaned. It wasn’t the first time Robin had seen it, a youngster orphaned at a young age would latch on to anything that might provide it with the love and care it needed. Having once found herself attempting to adopt a fawn when she was still a youngster herself she knew that it would do neither of them any good if she pretended to be anything but a natural hunter to the bison calf, so she turned and pounced. Snarling and nipping at the youngster’s legs. Terrified the calf kicked out and galloped with an awkward, clumsy gait, back into the protection of the herd. He would be much better off finding a mother there. Robin watched him, already regretting it. She had driven away another companion, encouraged him to leave her behind and do what was best for him. She was alone again and she despaired at the cold that now seeped into her very being. Before she was even aware of her actions she had sat herself down and tipped back her head to howl. “I don’t want to be alone” Nobody knows, nobody must know, about the tears hidden behind my eyes Robin