Hushed Willows Everything you are

just a thread because :P

Kunik roamed the territory, yellow eyes scanning for any prey she might come across. Her hunting had dwindled mostly to small rodents, the odd mammal that still hung around, or scavenging corpses of emaciated animals. 

The eastern wolf groaned in frustration when she found no tracks nor scent, thumping a russet paw against a tree in anger. She was trying, dammit. How was she supposed to find food for anyone in the wreckage? 

With a small sigh, Kunik carried on in the direction of the stream in the hopes of catching a fish if all else failed.