Silvertip Mountain out here, even crows commit suicide

Zaria was in for a meal, and since they hunted a bighorn sheep this week it was great to snack on its reserves. Zaria felt like she earned a good meal, it was cold after all and since she was rather slender she needed food to stay warm. Most of the time she liked to stay inside the caves, but that wasn't always the case. Their food was out there, if she wanted some she had to go through the snow.

The feisty female trotted through the deeper snows that had come down the mountain, eager to have a quick meal and go back to do something else. As she came to the cache with the bighorn sheep left overs she spotted an annoying red furred thing, a fox. Instantly Zaria charged wanting to chase that vermin away from their food. She tried to jump on the fox, wanting to add her body to the caches. Though foxes were swift, as she tried to jump on the fox she howled for back up.