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Weather: 28°F, light snow.

Harsh winds and heavy snow had caused Dune to retreat back into the thick forest. He had been hunkered down for the past several hours, but there was a slight break in the storm, and his stomach rumbled with hunger. He needed food. He had a feeling the snow was not going to let up for long, so he made a break for it, snow falling off him when he stood up. Dune's teeth chattered, and his legs quivered, but he knew he had to move if he was going to make it through this intense bout of cold and snow.

What little willpower he had was sapped almost immediately, but determination and hunger kept him going as he searched for signs of food: dead or alive.