Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

It had been a while since her last meal, and she had begun to lose weight, ribs barely visible under her cloak of grey. Winter almost held full control over the lands, and finding meals would become more and more of a challenge, suspected Israel. As it turned out, the lone wolf experience was just as difficult as her parents had once warned her. It was not an experience that she liked.

Israel walked slowly along the creek. Every few feet she stopped, cobalt eyes scanning for water deeper than that which was already frozen. She hadn't much taste for fish, but could not turn down the potential opportunity to eat. A noise suddenly interrupted her search  and she pricked her ears, then lifted her head to look across the creek. There, doing the exact same thing as she, stood a golden-furred female. 

Ever cautious, Israel took a step back and called softly. "Hello..." In her weakened state she had no wish to fight over whatever supply of fish swam within the waters, but it was best to remain careful. Some individuals  were very competitive.