Raven's Watch desperate and ravenous, so weak and powerless

Ravens cawed down at her from their precarious perches along the steep northern mountainside. Their shadowy figures were obscured behind the haze of thick cloud cover which hugged the higher peaks, though the arctic wolf still paused momentarily to scowl in their vague direction.
 
Skulking along the lower slopes, Ugnė reverted her attention back to the small stream she had been trailing along. The frigid morning temperatures had left the small trickle of water frozen and undrinkable. Moving swiftly further downstream, she sought to find a stretch of stronger current that had yet to freeze over.