(SCE) The Wolf (open)

[Ryan Alexander]

She'd brought her jewellery for a reason.  She reshaped the steel jewellery into a knife with her powers.  That was when she leapt from the bottom branch of one of the trees and stabbed the squirrel scurrying underneath.  She'd even landed in a crouch.  She'd been told this was a survival camping trip.  The first day or so she'd eaten the food she'd brought.  But then the atmosphere brought out a side that she hadn't given in to for a long time.  Primarily because it couldn't be controlled.  She didn't know where it came from, really.  It just did.  It was one of the reasons she'd preferred being artistic alone at school.  She licked her lips seeing the squirrel impaled on her knife.  Then she crouched at the bottom of the tree and looked at it.  What was it about this that made her feel good?  Was there something wrong with her?  And the most important question...

Did she want to go through the bother of making a fire to cook this, or go through the stomach troubles she'd undoubtedly get from eating it raw?  She sighed.

"I don't even know how to make a fire.  Maybe I should just go catch another squirrel to occupy myself to stave away the hunger with sport killing."