She hated this.  She hated being young again.  All it did was inhibit her.  She was six months old again, but she no longer felt the odd effects she had experienced before.  She didn't know what magic had turned her small, but she was finding it difficult to feed herself.  Bones were visible through her frame and she was hungry even then.  She was usually well-kept, a capable huntress in her own right.  Now she was reduced to foraging for what little she could find.  She had been eating berries when possible, recalling what he mother had taught her from a young age.  But now she smelled meat.  She would find it if it was the last thing she did.  She needed the meal.

Licking her chops, she continued to pad on, eyes focused intently forward as she followed her keen sense of smell.  She had already began to consider seeking out an adult wolf to "adopt" her until she either grew the her previous age or this horrid magic wore off.  Kimagure would not allow herself to starve to death.  She had basically made up her mind to be adopted by some poor bleeding heart until she could fend for herself effectively.  She would hide her mental maturity if necessary.  Pretending to be a child couldn't be that hard, could it?

Then it came into sight.  It was a buck, mostly gutted.  It had been dead a little while, but as she approached she felt that it hadn't been so long that it would make her sick.  Thank the gods.  She needed the meal.  The ivory began to tear the corpse appart, ripping meat off and allowing it to disappear down her gullet fairly quickly.  It felt good to eat.