Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

She tore into her catch with haste; he was reminded of a time not at all that long ago when he had been just as hungry. Of course he also hadn't had the opportunity to up his odds of success either. Those had been far and few in between and less so when his ranging had been limited to the span of the hinterland.

Dirge retained his distance from her, setting the hare at his feet to free his jaws. It was tempting to rend his catch apart but he was determined to accomplish more than just fill his belly. It had been what he had set out for originally after all; those caches wouldn't fill themselves. With a shake of his wintry coat to clear the still falling snow, his gaze wandered to the quieting woods, a watchful sentinel of ample patience.