Dragoncrest Cliffs Sit still, look pretty

Tir, similarly, was growing restless from long hours spent in the cavern. Her fluffy winter coat offered her more protection from the elements than some, but the chill pierced like daggers into the exposed flesh of her nose, ears, and toes. She hungered, though, so she decided to challenge the elements in hope of finding something nourishing. She cursed the weather as it whipped snow into her face, and buffeted her slight frame. Despite being predisposed to colder weather, she hated winter. 

A howl rose above the whistling wind, and the crashing waves, giving Tirgatao pause. She lifted her head, squinting against the shear wind, and followed it to the source. There, standing beside the impressive mound of a sea lion carcass, was an ember-kissed wisp of a she-wolf. Tirgatao sniffed, but the chill had desensitized the receptors in her nose, preventing her from reading anything important from the scent. 

She gave an amiable wave of her tail as she ducked in close to the carcass. "Need some help?" she shouted, fighting to be heard over the din of the storm.