Snippet #2262876

"Where's your den?" Star Light asked Nouvell, "I've lived on the hill most of my life and I doubt my family's den is still there."

Shadow watched Death go. He was alone again and with no clue where he was headed. Maybe I should go back to the way I was before, he thought, but he knew this would be hard. A lot had happened since he was last alone He was no longer used to it. It would be no good looking for a cub to train now that Jessica was up on the hill. She was too young to be looking for a successor. I might as well hunt, he decided.
Padding in the direction of his old den he heard the scrabbling of tiny paws in the grass nearby. My pounced on a plump mouse and killed it before it could make a sound. Making sure no other wolves were around, he quickly gulped it down. He padded back to his den, his hunger slightly less, but his mind felt like it could never be at rest.