Moonspear asphyxiated

One of her starving cubs had ranged ahead, and this was where their trail led, just about. Rainfall from that morning caused the trail to become muddled, but Saghani was adept at tracking and knew that the last place her cub had been was here. Though, they were cub no more. They were full grown. Saghani traveled with them to find their father whom had disappeared long ago. Winter had been hard upon her and her children, but they had all, against all odds, survived. She was starving, her frame emaciated. A shell. And as Saghani lurked at the borders, despite the scent of pack and the upkeep of it, she wanted to try her luck. If she were quick enough, she could steal from a cache, and she knew mountains best of any territory. 

And so she did not hesitate when she moved onward, inward. She did this for her cubs, for herself; they had survived from her penchant for thievery, and for their scavenging. Her children were less adept at stealing than she—it was a wonder they lived still at all. The sky opened up overhead, the rain fall a blessed cloak for Saghani who moved with her nose to the earth and her senses honed for the sound of approach.