Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

Laika listened to her story, giving a sigh when she mentioned the lack of prey. "I don't doubt that most of the packs everywhere will be having trouble keeping their wolves alive. It's going to be a hard season." Laika was already showing signs of malnourishment. Her slender shape had grown even more lanky, and the ripple of her bones had been more noticable in the past few days. She noted Mella's signs of hunger as well, internally hoping the best for the she-wolf. "We've just got to fish as much as possible now. Thats the only stable food source left, and even that won't sustain a whole pack."

The white wolf sighed once more, her blue eyes growing duller, but also brightening. She had a renewed determination to help her pack survive -- a feeling she did not feel comfortable sharing with her newly met aquaintence.