Firefly Glen [BWP P5] WHITEOUT v1

Ephraim makes #4 I think? Rolled a 6 on a 1d6 for a critical success since he's probably smaller and faster than everyone here, resulting in him getting a small piece of meat unscathed in his next post, but they can definitely go after him in subsequent ones!

For Ephraim, the blizzard was a stroke of luck.

Sure, it caught him out in the open without shelter and was blisteringly cold, but it also nearly guaranteed that other wolves would be hiding away in the hearts of their territories, granting him relatively safe access to their claims so long as he didn't go too far in. With such limited visibility and harsh conditions, Ephraim wagered he could get away with the contents of an outer cache or two without the resident packs even realizing he'd come and gone. All he had to do was find such a pack.

He unwittingly passed by Moonspear, made invisible by the conditions, and was on the errant scent trail of some wolf or other in hopes it would lead him somewhere fruitful when his tall ears twitched. At first he thought the doe's bleats were a trick of the wind, but as he strained to hear, Ephraim caught it again: definite sounds of distress. Taking on a doe alone at his size was idiotic, but he made a beeline for the sound all the same, hoping to profit from someone else's good fortune if necessary.

And what luck: two dark wolves had already dispatched the thing by the time he arrived. It was hard to see them through all the blowing snow, but their coats stood out like beacons, which was helpful. Ephraim was slow to approach, gliding easily across the snow like a fox might, thankful for his mostly pale fur as he awaited an opportunity ... and one soon came in the form of Maia. She was even less visible than the other two in the blizzard, but the lunge was unmistakable.

Ephraim seized the moment in an instant, darting toward the doe's midriff with his jaws parted to grab anything he could.