Redhawk Caldera firefly is the opposite of waterfall

West frowns when she isn't given anymore information, either about the last few days she lost or the predicament her pack is in. Raven appears to be in one piece, at least, but she hasn't had any interaction with anyone else (that she can remember) since being left alone. Nor does she suspect she moved very much either with how stiff her joints feel outside of her typical symptoms. Her jaws clench after she's brushed off to further ask about her wellbeing and West glances away without answering. The other doesn't give her a chance to answer if she wanted to before she disappears back in the opposite direction.

She watches her disappear into the snow expanse before she turns back to observe surroundings with nothing more than snow and the occasional tree. The thought to eat snow for hydration remains in her mind, knowing that it is what she needs but unable to find any motivation to do so. For a long moment, she stares at the ground and with one attempt, lowers her head to scoop up a mouthful and nothing more. It causes an intense ache in her sensitive, yellowed teeth but she grimaces through the melting and swallowing and doesn't try it again. West licks at her chops and makes herself comfortable near the little shelter she'd been stowed away in until the inky woman returns.

After a bit, the other returns and West peers upward to see a large, albeit somewhat frozen, leg and sets it down nearby. West stares at it with the same expression as she had with the snow but works to tug it a little closer. Her face twists with the force to pull but when it's close enough, she only hovers over the meat with a side eye in Raven's direction.