The Sentinels 12:51

On the borders~

Winter had been unkind to the already famished Tuwawi. Her cardinal frame turned from thin to skeletal, meals becoming smaller and less frequent. She had some success along the coast, but the unique hunting of the shores proposed an interesting challenge. Her true quarry lied to the North in Ankyara Sound - but first she needed strength to get there. Snow had already begun to fall and time was running out.

Her silver eyes narrowed shrewdly as she slowly eeked towards the borders of a well-marked territory sustained by a large and thriving pack. Perhaps they had a few scraps to share for a lowly passerby... she couldn't pass up the chance to ask for handouts, however unlikely they would be.

Tuwawi rounded the eastern wall where exceptionally tall trees stood guard and waited to be found by a patrol.