Had it really well off for a good long while, until she simply didn't thanks to everything out of her power. In her time she successfully reared some cubs, had others killed by canines, then the year after that, she had none. In fact, it shaped up to be a rough year in general.

Losing her home range forced far too much flux, and she faced an unsettled life of roving across the wilds in her pursuit of a next meal—for an endless, dissatisfied hunger. Skuld has kept going into the winter due to mild temperatures, scavenging primarily up the coastline.