Panther Park We'll win but not everyone will get out

for @Illidan <3

The search for food was constant and, as usual lately, disappointing. Still, he was persistent in his need to keep what was left of his family fed, even if it meant wandering farther than he really felt comfortable with. He hadn't seen anything aside from the occasional hare or weasel in a while, and he worried what that meant for their survival during the winter. They were without a territory now; he had failed his family in more ways than one, and moving everyone from the creek and just been the start of their downfall. Now he had to live with the fact that more than half of his family was dead because of his reckless decision. He had already been living with guilt over one thing or the other, but this was different. He was supposed to keep his family safe and he had let them down in the worst way possible. If it weren't for the family that survived and the fact that they needed him, he wasn't sure he would keep fighting to live, but he refused to fail them too for whatever good it did; maybe they would be better without him. 

He tracked the faint scent of vole through the evergreen trees, deeming his hunt a failure when he realized he could no longer pinpoint where the creature had gone. His too thin and perpetually hungry body protested his continued use of dwindling energy with a painful reminder of how empty his stomach was and how sore his muscles had become, but he began to search for something else anyway.