"Nothing, yet..." Rimy replied in the friendly manner, nimbly weaved back and forth through the trees and undergrowth. She glanced to Thistle, who was the closest to her and gave him a grin, excited about hunting as always, even though they weren't very successful of late, there wasn't much to hunt.
Back at camp, Virga sat atop the rotting trunk of a tree that had fallen the past winter, listening as birds sang in the foliage above. She was hard in thought about the shortage of game, trying to work out what to do, the territory of Silentwater and the prey that flocked to its lake, swimming in and out of her mind...
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Hail stiffed the stocks of long grass, and bared his fangs is a low growl, "Wolves...". The scent was not what he had wanted, he wanted elk, dear, rabbit, anything! But no, that was not to be, this was just another day with little prospect of ending the hunger gnawing at his gut. He lifted his head, looking out over the grassland gently swaying in the cool breeze. Hail scent marked over the other wolves scent, wanting to make his presence known. He had only detected the scents of two young males in this pack, and the rest were females. That was a good thing for him, he had been a loner for a long time, and he wanted a pack.