Moonspear a hunt

For @Sialuk.

The sudden loss of Elke's little immediate family came as a very heavy pill to swallow. For over a week now she had come to search, endlessly, tirelessly. She had continued on to a point she was certain her body would take much needed time to recover after and yet still she pressed on, as though should she stop her efforts it would be to give up on the two very wolves who had been a constant in all her life. After being separated from her father, loosing both her mother and sister was something Elke couldn’t in her accept.

And then winter had brought storms. Storms has brought hunger and rage. Rage had brought the beasts. Bears. Elke had never seen one before in all her life though only knew them to be great and massive beasts, with claws like the large cats, jaws then the largest wolf's ever could be and a coat so thick little could penetrate it.

The attack on Moonspear and the Glen had not gone passed Elke's knowledge. Deaths of their pack-mates and loved ones had been lost, including Elke's aunt whom she had enjoyed but had not the opportunity to fully know. Deaths… Losses, Elke moved through the heavy snows at the foothills of the mountain in mourning. Though wolf and a northern girl, a chill took her thinning body by the lack of food she had eaten, by the wear her body now took from her search. She wondered then if she would be the next to parish.