Dali watched as the males crunched away at the carcass of a gazelle. She helped bring it down, not even to mention she was carrying. Her expression slid into that of upset. There was only a slight bump on her belly, but even the smallest things made going about her day even more difficult. By the time it was her turn to eat the best picks would be gone.
It's not fair, she seethed inwardly. It's cruel. Where is the affection I was shown when I first came here? Dali sniffed -- damn the hormones! -- and sunk her claws into the dirt. It was at times like these when she missed her sister something dreadful.
The snap of a bone struck her from her reverie. She stood to peer over the heads of the eating, jaw dropping when she saw how little was left. Maybe she was stupid for thinking that a simple gazelle could feed them fully, but there was hardly even anything clinging to the bone! Hot tears welled in her eyes.