Sun Mote Copse Brimful of asha on the 45

The air was crisp and cold, the sun shining radiantly in a clear blue sky and lending the snow on the ground a certain sparkle. It was a beautiful winter day, really, and the copse in particular was stunning in its halo of frosty light. The words winter wonderland really came to mind...

But Wildfire noticed none of it as she trudged along a slushy game trail, feeling completely wretched. She was simultaneously nauseous and starved, forcing herself to hunt even though she felt awful. She needed to keep herself in good shape in order to lead the pack, even though Bat's death made her want to sink to the ground and give up forever.

A breathy moan escaped her as the scent of a rabbit filled her nose. The smell of blood quickly overwhelmed it, signaling to Wildfire that someone else had already dispatched her prey.