Guinevere headed out of the cave to go hunting, she slid awkwardly down the side of the cliff before landing in a heap at the bottom. She shook the pain from her ankle and headed into the trees. After a few moments of waiting she spotted a lone wolf, probably a male who was looking to start a pack of his own. She crept up on it until she was close enough to leap on it, she cug her talons into its back and dragged it to the ground. He snarled and turned on her, snapping at her neck with surprising strength. He wriggled out from under her and leapt back at her, slamming into her chest and making her stumble backwards into at tree. It jumped again, grabbed her leg in its iron grip and ripping at her flesh. She tried to claw at it but her claws were blunt and not nearly sharp enough to do any damage. It charged again at her, this time leaping onto her back and digging its teeth into her neck, trying to break the spine. She growled and flung her head to the side, throwing the wolf off and stunning it long enough for her to kill it. She sat down, panting, blood running down her neck and her one foot so badly torn she could barely walk on it. Picking the wolf up in her teeth she dragged it back to the cave. The first time she jumped to get back in she missed and fell in a heap on the ground, nearly crying out loud as her foot smashed into a rock. The second time she got a bit further but still slid back down. The third time she made it into the cave, dragging the wolf over to the pile and leaving a bloody trail behind her.