Word Count :: 261 OOC: NOM, Sira is in Secui form, but being a jackal she's still pretty small 
Sira could feel herself getting stronger and in that the presense of the horrible wolves were lost to her little by little but she still felt they were there somewhere ready to attack her and take her back. She was becoming ready for it though. The longer they took the quicker and stronger the female got. That was good, because she would never be caught as weak as she had been before. She was learning new things everyday and learning to be a pack beast after her life of solitude. It was hard and strange and she still had some wariness of others she was learning to trust her packmates quicker than anyone else.
Sira was out in the hunting grounds. She was unable to kill the large hooved animals that lived here. But the rabbits were no match for her, though she was chasing …. butterflies. She liked their taste and they were much harder to get. SHe had an orange and black one in sight and was jumping to bite at it, but it kept flitting away. She yipped at it and tried again, this time she felt something. A leg, but it pulled right off and the butterfly went swirling around in a panic knowing its life was in danger. Sira tried again and this time the whole of the butterfly was clamped in her jaws and its life snuffed out in one bite. She shook her head because the powder on the wings was always the worst part but she didn’t mind. She loved bugs.
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