She was wandering alone again. She was old and alone. She had gone hunting to provide for her clan, and had been successful. Her happiness was short-lived, though. When she returned, they were all dead. It was absolute carnage. She didn't know what could have done this, but it was a horrible sight to see. She stared at all the blood, and how her family had been ripped apart. She finally finished feeding off what she had brought home, and left it there with her dead clan. She fled, unsure what may come, or if whatever had committed this atrocity might return. She was alone again, and she feared she always would be.