Northstar Vale i am speechless

It had never been required of the cleric to learn to hunt. It put her at a disadvantage, but when in Jokhang, there were many who could perform such a task. She was meant for healing, and healing alone. Anemone's questions were met with silence as Dawa struggled across the snow. She worked her limbs and left an irregular pattern behind herself - catching claws against hard and icy earth, or the odd bumps of rocks and roots.

"Meat," of course.

She was panting softly, making puffs of condensation rise from her off-center nose. "Birds, mice, rats, it is not important." Although a part of her chemistry caused a minor infatuation with these smaller critters, thanks to the part of her that was true filth - her coyote blood boiled in her veins. The girl could hear nothing. There was snow and it filtered the sound. The occasional drop of snow from an overburdened tree branch was all she could catch upon the air, but even that was swallowed up.

How was she supposed to hunt in her condition, when even the weather was against her?