The sun was slowly moving across the sky, chasing the still dark of the night across the mountains and thick forest.  The sounds of birds and small animals waking and moving about cut across an otherwise quiet land, and for a moment the sight and smells of the night disappeared and where swallowed up with those of the day.  An impressive sight, Yellowstone has miles and miles of sprawling forest, winding rivers, and majestic waterfalls.<br/><br/>Or rather, it would be an impressive sight to everyone, if it wasn't for just one thing.  Captivity. All over the world animals are being taken and brought to unknown lands in hope of repopulating that area, and Yellowstone was no exception.  Six, very different wolves, taken from all over North America and beyond, had been dumped into this new land, and although it had only been two weeks since they'd been there, one wolf was having a hard time adjusting.<br/><br/>Isi, had always been a rather timid wolf, but never more so than at this time in her life, where she was alone, fending for herself.  It was a time like this where Isi had to admit to herself that a) Yes she was a coward, and B) she just wasn't cut out to survive on her own, without the protection of a pack to keep her safe.  This was proven by the fact that although she's been there for two weeks, she's only been successful hunting four times,  and while in her old pack, that would have been normal, out in this unknown land, all by herself, it was hard.<br/><br/>Small whines escaped her muzzle as another sharp pain ran through her stomach.  One rabbit, one rabbit and three birds, that had been what she had caught.  And at the moment she wished that she had eaten them more slowly, because now all she could think about is that one rabbit and three small birds.  Crawling forward out of the tight little cave made out of a fallen log and outcropping of rocks, she had found on the third night of being released, the tight feeling of anxiety filled her body.  With ears out and laid back, and fur sticking straight out, she sniffed about the little area she had claimed as her own, and caught the distinct scent of rodent.  Listening intently, she heard a rustling sound from her right.  Crouching down low, she tentatively padded her way in the direction of the sound.  Another pain in her stomach urged her forward, and in one fluid motion she pounced, running forward, she jumped into the tall grass, and slid a bit off balance, turning sharply she chased the little creature down, until it was laying dead between her sharp teeth.  Blood matted the fur around her muzzle, but she didn't care.  The small creature would take the sting out of her hunger, if only for a little bit.<br/><br/>