Moonspear the day's divinity

It was no lie to say she had been distracted. Pulled asunder, by grief and wrath, and pushed back together by instinct and nature, she had been left feeling drained and weary soon enough. The loss of a promising daughter wouldn't be a sorrow that would fade fast. Even beneath the heavy weight of it, though, she knew the healing needed her to keep going--better, somehow, and always onward.

So she was piecing back together, and here on the first day of the year, she was granted a lucky find on her way: a sizable doe, a little lame, and milling around their forest's edge alone. She wasted no time trailing her, and whenever cover was blown, harassing her deeper into the fray of their territory. More and more, she was encouraged, and just hungry enough to keep bothering her to wear her down as consistently, Amekaze followed the doe on and on. Panic had already begun to take hold, the mountain was freshly snow-covered, and the alpha had every intention to use this to her advantage here as she pursued--sometimes close, and sometimes from a distance.

Dusk was starting to set in and she'd corralled the deer to a sloping swatch of mountain, and in her attempts to flee, she had surged through a snowdrift and was struggling to cross. Amekaze was content to swing wide, but from the top of the hill she paused to watch until she tipped back her nose and howled for any of her packmates nearby to come join her. They could ring in the long cold night of the new year with full bellies.

happy new year msp! come hunt?