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Tseitel follows the river north. The small female has lost all but an infantesimal speck of hope for finding her brothers; still, she follows the river. It is more than the longing for her brothers  which urges her to stay close to the banks as she draws nearer to the sea, however... Though young, Tseitel is a thoughtful she-wolf and she knows that freshwater means survival. Life thrives where the water flows, keeping flora and fauna nearby, thereby keeping her belly as well-fed as can be under the circumstances in which she finds herself.  As deeply as she wishes to explore, she cannot afford to wander far from the river.

It has been several moons since the disbanding of her family. First came the famine, then the separation. Tseitel left with her brothers only to lose them in the violent snowstorm that had hit just as they concluded that winter was waning away.  From that moment onward, she has been on her own, and it shows in her softly defined hipbones. Luckily, spring has come and she's been able to feed herself much better than before. She has regained some of her weight, but she is still too thin.

Tseitel is still hungry, too. Always hungry. She chases a rabbit beneath swaying willow leaves, but the creature slips away and she ceases her hunt, panting lightly in spite of the chilly air. With a dull whine, Tseitel sits and leans against the trunk of one of the trees, casting her silver-green eyes upward to watch these curious willows drift in the mild breeze. The sky is gray, with very sparse splotches of blue. Her nose twitches, and she wonders if it might rain.


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Ramsay left the crags and cliffs for the lowlands in hopes of finding something more to sustain himself and Euron with. His brother was an excellent mouser, but it wasn't enough for two nearly grown male wolves. His stunted body was littered with signs of hunger, from his sunken eyes to his dull black pelt. His stomach growled loudly as he reached a fast-flowing river and began to head southwest. Despite the hollowness in his gut, Ramsay moved briskly.

He made his first solitary kill—a scrawny muskrat—and devoured it greedily, then continued along the embankment with its bloody leg bone clutched in his jaws. Some flesh still clung to its off-white surface. Eventually, his swift pace brought him face-to-face with a she-wolf who looked just as hungry as he was, bones vaguely visible through her marbled coat. She was smaller than him and the dwarf halted, his short tail ramrod straight behind him and his ears perked. He angled his muzzle down, pulling the leg bone in his teeth covetously closer with a quiet growl lest she get any ideas.
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The sounds of muffled movement draws her gaze down from the willow canopies just as the scent of fresh blood enters her twitching nose. The creature approaching smells of wolf, but from this distance seems almost bearlike in stature. As the strange predator draws nearer, however, Tseitel feels her stomach lurch and her heartbeat quicken. The scent has not lied - the male is canine - but there is something... very wrong with him.

She has never seen anything like him and does not know what to make of it; for a moment she wonders if her hunger and emotional state have made her mad, causing her to see things. But she knows that this isn't correct, either.  His grotesque appearance makes her feel ill, yet her heart fights the instinct to shun  him and run immediately. She pities him just as much as she is sickened by him. Added to her slew of odd and unfamiliar feelings is the scent of the muskrat blood which places her hunger onto an almost unbearable level.

She whines softly at him, having heard the low,  rumbling growl of warning. Her ears falter as her tail waves in a friendly manner. Perhaps if she is kind to him he will share. "Hello..." she speaks, her voice somewhat strained.