Gilded Bay Till Valhalla

Promised one-round scavenging thread for Firebirds. Participation optional, food is guaranteed, however. :) @Finley , @Elwood , @Eljay , @Niamh , Towhee , @Sugar Glider , @Chanel , @Weejay , @Penn , @Fennec , Avery and Bronco.

With the promise of a snowstorm later in the day, Wraen had felt a little conflicted about leaving Sunmote Copse behind. However, hunger is a very powerful motivator and it had been two or three days, since she had eaten anything more than a meager mouse and gnawed on a bone that had nothing useful left on it, but gave her jaws something to do and tricked her empty belly. The winter was beginning to take it's toll on the Firebirds' members and it pained the Sovereign to see them become thin right before her eyes and having nothing in her power to prevent it. Children were even harder to watch. With two having disappeared without a trace and another possibly dead, she was in no way ready to face a demise of another one.

Therefore she headed towards the coast, a lonely, dark figure crossing snow covered meadows and forests. Barren of smells and tracks left by the large game, silence, where the small game had feasted and run around. A sterile, empty world and the famished hunter in the middle of it. The oceanside greeted her with strong gusts of cold winds and the odd crackling-creaking music the water made, when it hit the almost solid cap of ice that had formed, where the water was more shallow. Wraen did not even attempt to cross the Coconut grove - the fallen trees and debris now were covered by snow, the surface was uneven and slippery and there were spaces, where paws would get entrapped or one could easily fall. 

Further along the coast, up the cliffs and then down again. Same nothing everywhere. Feeling very disappointed about this she almost did not turn to have a look in the Gilded Bay had it not been for loud sea-gulls and crows screeching and circling around something. There - washed ashore, frozen almost solid lied the dead body of a sea-lion. It was impossible to tell, how long had it been there, though it had to be some time, because here and there the sharp beaks and claws of the scavenging birds had left their marks. Wraen wasted no time here. She clawed, chewed and tore the bits and pieces of frozen meat - no easy task, as you can easily imagine. Again - hunger is a powerful motivator. By the time the snowstorm hit, the she-wolf's belly was happily ruminating on the meal, while the hunter, huddled up to the corpse. She did not dare it to leave it for the fear of it disappearing it. 

The thought was irrational, of course, and early next morning after another meal, she left it to run back home as fast as she could, gather all that she could find and guide them back to the bay, where the feast, surrounded by the scavenger birds was still waiting for them. "Eat all and leave nothing behind," she told those, who were with her.