Jacy walked slowly through an open meadow. Her frame was sunken from lack of food. She was tired of being a loner, but she wasn't about to trust a pack. She sighed, easing to the ground, her eyes had caught the sight of a spruce hen in the tall grass. She closed her eyes, calming herself. she opened her eyes and burst through the grass, flying into the air, locking her jaws on the small hen. She hit the ground, clinging to her kill. She was so happy to have something to eat.