She sits. She waits. Her breaths come out measured and unforced, air fogging with each heated release of air from her lungs. Her piercing yellow eyes look up at the sky and examine it. The pack matriarch longs for the freedom of this beautiful sky that her pack has made it's home under. But she is stuck on the ground along with them, though one day she knows she will dance among the stars.
It has been a few days since they were chased from their mountain range home where they were closer to the sky. There is nothing for it. They were outnumbered and outmatched by the larger pack that took their former home.
Sascha made the choice to save her pack rather than fight a losing battle. She would not watch them bleed upon the ground she had called home since she was a pup.
After chasing a much smaller group of wolves, not a pack she had noted when it'd happened, out of the den are they'd made themselves at home. There was still so much work to be done. On top of this, several wolves had fled the pack in their selfishness, looking for a better leader who would fight for them harder.
Fools.
The pack's alpha thinks this with a shake of her head. They'd learn soon enough. For now, she had to make sure her remaining companions were okay.
With that thought in her mind, she jumped down from the mound of hard clay she had been sitting on and trotted away to chck in with her hunters from their recent outing.
So much work to be done.
