Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

sorry for my little shit :'^) she picks all the wrong fights. Since she is trespassing she can get one major injury.

Winter.

She hated Winter.

Food was annoying enough to get on her own, but with the incoming storms, it would only get harder. At the very least...she wasn't alone, but four wolves did not make up the efforts of a pack. Especially when one was a little shit head. There were easier ways to survive, and while she knew Akai wouldn't agree, it got her this far. Truly though, what was one small half-eaten carcass to a pack that could easily replace the meal. They wouldn't starve.

Ever since Keir joined their band of misfits, Kali couldn't help but keep her distance. Of course, Akai was going hover over him and his oh so tragic life. Hate to tell you Old Man, the world is full of pathetic sad wolves. She hadn't intended to wander so far, but after about three days she ended up catching a whiff of some nearby pack.

Kali spent another day or so watching. The wolves here were diligent and seemed to mark the borders well, but they couldn't have eyes everywhere at once. The raven girl waited until one of their patrols passed letting a decent amount of time pass before she dared step to the borders. She would have to work fast if she were to pull this off, so she put her nose to work in search of the nearest cache. Luck would be on her side as she found a small one not too deep into the territory and dug.

Originally she had expected to find a rabbit or bird, something easy to carry, though she was surprised to find the small pile of fish. Perhaps some would turn in disgust now, but Kali actually didn't mind the taste. It would do. Snatching the largest from the pile, the girl turned to run.