(Alright.  Here comes the fail intro train. -toot toot- )

Sierra sloshed through the water, abandoning her attempt at fishing.  Fishing wasn't naturally a wolf's sort of thing, but she'd seen another animal do it and decided to try for herself.  It wasn't as easy as it had looked, though... Trying to hook a fish was just like trying to fly for her.  The frigid waters had become normal to her and she actually enjoyed it.  It felt good.  Sierra's ears pricked up as she heard mingled voices and her nose detected lots of different scents intertwined in that area.  Including another wolf.

Jumping out of the river with a splash, the grey wolf continued upriver where the scents were coming from.  Sierra shook out her fur and paused to throw her head back and howl and long, lonesome howl, yet it wavered with strength as well, though it was not plentiful.  Her stomach began to growl as she began her short trek once more, so Sierra decided a quick meal would be alright first.

A scent hit her nose as she reached the other intertwined scents farther up the riverside, and it was pretty recent.  It was a gray heron.  That'd make a fine meal, especially since it was early winter.  This heron's scent was also mixed in with the two other smells of... a fox and a wolf.  She was lucky that those two canines didn't get the heron before she did herself, but it was also odd that they seemed to be coexisting peacefully...  It must truly be a strange world here.

Sierra was always taught, do what you have to to survive.  Survival of the fittest.  Ever since she was set off as a loner by her parents, they wanted her to live.  This gray heron was going to help with her survival.  As she got closer, the heron flickered before her line of sight.  Two faint blurs of orange and grayish-yellowish were also seen out of the corner of her eye.  Intent on the heron, Sierra trotted after it.  Though it was flying, that didn't deter her.

Sierra let out a soft growl but allowed it to be cut off.  "I don't want to bother you.  But I am sort of hungry and I'd enjoy a nice birdy snack.  I guess you didn't go after it a second ago while you were close, but now you feel the need for competition?"  Her voice got a bit edgy with anger, though she was trying to stay calm.  The wolf didn't want a confrontation, but she couldn't just be so nice to practically give the heron up to this other wolf.  "Look.  Why don't you go off with your fox friend?  Maybe you can eat her instead of your buddy, the heron."

Then, surprisingly, Sierra halted dead in her tracks and shook her head at herself.  Even more to her surprise, the words that flowed out next were something that she knew didn't count towards survival.  "Look, I'm sorry, alright?  I just want a meal.  Fine, I won't eat this bird.  Sorry," she muttered but with full meaning in her words.  Then she froze and whipped her head around to stare frightfully in the distance.

"Oh crap."

Sierra turned to Angel quickly, "We all have to get out of here.  Now.  There's a freaking-"  Her voice was cut off by the swoop of the heron, in which she ducked.  Stupid bird.  Her paws kneaded the ground anxiously; she wanted to run.  In the distance, the gray wolf could hear a roar.  "There's a bear.  And it's hungry.  Gosh, aren't bears supposed to be sleeping?  We've got to get out of here.  It's not going to just settle for berries, seeing as they're all dead... So it's coming for us.  Now let's go."

Tail swishing, Sierra began to trot off away.  During her talking, she had noticed that she had partially been speaking to everyone and partially to herself - oh well.  She was only trotting now, for she was waiting for the fox and Angel to come along - even though she was hungry and probably shouldn't be in this crowd (apart from the wolf, perhaps), she wouldn't just leave them to die.  That would be cruel.  After - or if, perhaps would be better - they came along, Sierra would want to run away from that hungry bear.

Seriously, aren't they supposed to be sleeping?!