Silvertip Mountain That's where I am, silent in the trees

Going to make this a hunting thread, anyone can join!

The Famine had certainly taken its toll on the land, sucking the life out of the flora and fauna. It was a relief and a spark of hope to see even the smallest shoots of green growing from the decay. Anita strayed throughout the territory, pondering whether or not she should go hunting. 

A loud growl from her stomach made the final decision. Already a bit far from the pack, Anita decided to stay where she was. The she-wolf tilted her head back, letting out a howl for a hunting party. She wasn't sure if that was something she was allowed to do, but she would see. Anita had never made her own hunting party, and hoped that a few others would arrive soon.