AQUILA
Her head as low as her tail, Aquila slipped out of the camp and breathed in fresh air. With it came the scent of an elk. Feeling guilty because she could not hunt it alone and could not tell other wolves or they would know she had gone out, she sniffed the air again. She could smell a hare towards the south. She focused on a shrub in front of her, pounced, and bit into warm flesh. The crunch of cracking bones sounded, and the savory meal's taste flooded into her mouth. East of here, where the sun glowed bright, wolves ate the prey that they caught. Aquila was pretty sure this was not how it worked here.
She stepped through the camp entrance, with no prey in her mouth and blood on her lips. Guilt started eating away at her stomach as a wolf from the East eats a hare.
Aquila slipped quickly into her sleeping place, and fell into a sleep after a while, in which was filled with nightmares.
Tumbling, Aquila ran from the Snowstar camp, and was chased by the vicious taunts of her pack mates.
"STEALER!"
"THIEF!"
"TRAITOR!"
STEALER, THIEF, TRAITOR, STEALER, THEIF, TRAITOR, STEALER, THEIF, TRAITOR... The voices danced around mockingly inside Aquila's head.
Suddenly the ground beneath her turned into ice. The ice was cracking... she was falling... the water turned into writhing snakes, drowning her in their mass. STEALER, THIEF, TRAITOR... The hisses came from all around her.