Dawnlark Plains Longing to belong

@Theia; Winter, -4°C/24°F

 

       The winter is a hard time for any lone wolf, but it was even harder for a young loner like Nara. It had broken her both mentally and physically. Her last meal was five days ago. A scanty rabbit. For some reason, out of all the rabbits on the plain, she was only able to catch the weakest, smallest and ugliest looking one. Nara even considered leaving it in the snow, but she was too hungry to do that. And now she was hungry again. Her joints ached and her mind was tired. The cold winds stung her eyes and small drops of frozen water had gathered in her pelt. At least her paws didn't hurt anymore. The freezing soil and the snow made sure of that. They were numb.
       Nara didn't know what was keeping her alive. She had been traveling for days. Up and over a mountain and now she was drifting across a vast, white plain. Where to? For a moment she wished for dear life that her mother was still with her, that she could cuddle up to her and feel her warmth, smell her scent. She wouldn't have to be afraid to die, because her mother would protect her and care for her, always. 
       Nara stopped walking. The memory of her mother nearly brought her to her knees. She couldn't go on like this, she needed to find a place to rest. Or find something to eat. Or find someone who could actually hunt.