Permafrost Hollows Fight or flight

@Steele forward dated a day or so?, you said either or so here's Uki too

Tapeesa wandered from the glacier at dusk, feet moving assuredly over the ice as if it were second nature. She'd discovered the labyrinth of tunnels that wove beneath the ice but the waif was far more interested in the forest surrounding the Hollows. The night grew darker as Taqqiq rose steadily, illuminating the forest path as her stsa' ran beneath. Now that her wounds had healed, leaving several smaller scars to accompany the graphic ones of her rape, the girl had little trouble sniffing out a nesting fox. She'd have had little trouble making a meal of it either, if she had not kicked the rock by her foot. The sharp scrape of it across the ground was enough to startle her game away.

With a frustrated growl, the tundrian could do little else but head back the way she came in search of game trails - the fox too far gone to catch. 

 Tapeesa stopped at a fallen tree - drawn by a familiar scent. She recognized the variety of mushrooms growing within the damp, decayed trunk and stopped to gather the small handful, placing them in the wide leafy bloom of some plant to carry. 

By midnight, Angakkuq had stopped at the edge of a small stream (likely it ran south to join the Qeya). She placed the bundle at her side and dipped her muzzle to the only waters, the reflection of the stars disturbed by ripples. She sat on her haunches to rest before heading back - unable to find any prey this night.