The warrior returned to the pack lands from her training that evening with stiff lands and gravel embedded in her paws. Insight had been given to her from the Delta, yet she still had questions regarding loyalty in the pack. Chiara steered clear of the main pack lands, keeping to herself and going a different direction then before. Soon she found herself in a land riddled with old bones and sand, not someplace very cheery. Having to step carefully around the random skulls on the ground the black fae moved to a bare spot to sit down. Once there she breathed in deep, letting herself relax and her mind to go at ease. Such a novelty solitude was, one could really think out here.
Minutes passed and a breeze picked up, brining with it the scent of a dying animal. Perking up the warrior looked around until in the distance she saw a old bison, limping about. It probably sensed it's time was near and had come to the cemetery of death to end it's days, luckily for it it's pain was near a end. Trotting towards it the black fae hung her head low as she bee lined for the old beast. It's diminished health didn't alert it to the fact that it was being stalked until Chiara was about fifty feet from it. Bellowing out in alarm it swung around and tried to run, only to slip on the bones. Struggling to get up Chiara lunged, latching on to it's back and biting. It cried out in pain and tried half heartily to buck her off, but to no avail. Securing a harder bite the beast fell and Chiara bite at it's throat, spilling blood. Soon crimson littered the floor and the bison stopped it's struggle. Letting out a deep sigh it stopped breathing and Chiara knew it was dead. Now, not letting good food go to waste she sunk into her kill, enjoying the rare treat of bison from her diet that was mainly rabbit.