Kyirrie was tired.
She had been wandering around by herself for more than a moon now. Her eyes were drooping, she was craving sleep, and she had lost an incredible amount of weight. Prey had been scarce over the last couple of days, and it was always hard to catch something substantial when you were hunting by yourself.
The dingo had been separated from her pack several weeks ago and had been wandering alone ever since. Now, she stood near the border of the territory which belonged to the Nox, not that she knew that of course.