Whether she was awaiting the trial of the bear or trying to ignore the pack’s decision to live and let live, Cherub’s Wing of Honor was putting herself to work for the benefit of Sapphique. These were the lean months, and the pack had several members that were (perhaps temporarily) crippled, but she was determined that none would go hungry. Not on her watch.
In the pine woods, she stalked everything from foxes to shrews, though not a single trail became of anything.
She even dug and dug and dug into a hole she’d found in the ice-packed earth, made by a colony of hibernating marmots, but this too proved fruitless as she discovered that they were much further underground than she could ever excavate in under a day, let alone in a single afternoon.
Wing sat defeated alongside the pile of dirt she had drawn up, panting and caked in cold dirt.
In the pine woods, she stalked everything from foxes to shrews, though not a single trail became of anything.
She even dug and dug and dug into a hole she’d found in the ice-packed earth, made by a colony of hibernating marmots, but this too proved fruitless as she discovered that they were much further underground than she could ever excavate in under a day, let alone in a single afternoon.
Wing sat defeated alongside the pile of dirt she had drawn up, panting and caked in cold dirt.
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