Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

One thing for sure, surviving a snowstorm wasn't an easy feat. It took a level of energy and health that Blondine couldn't say she had. As she watched the sheep leap from cliff to cliff with a certain greed, she wondered what Glenville might think if she was to bring one of them back. The thought of his weak little smile, his excited yelps, it was enough to temporarily sate her own starvation. 

Not far off, she could see someone else doing the same thing — watching. Blondine scoffed and turned her head back, contemplating a strategy to maybe startle one of the sheep at the right time. If she was lucky, she might win herself a meal.