Phoenix Maplewood maybe I can drown

rolled a 1 in tabletop so wintersbane does not get any rabbits ...which is realistic given his injury. :P

speaking to strangers of foundling packs, wintersbane came to learn over his experience of failed attempts to settle his own places in the past, was either a hit or a miss. still, if nothing else, getting the word of mouth passed around was a good start. the tundrian is nevertheless surprised to hear her ask if she could help, if she could join. glacial gaze flickers to her for a moment — not wanting to stray from the path for too long — as he considers. if that is what you wish, you are welcome to join us. wintersbane rumbles with a small smile tugging at the edges of his scarred lips.

as the scent of criss-crossing rabbit trails grows stronger his limping pace subsides to a stop; breath quieting as he motions to the rabbit warren just in the distance. there were a few rabbits he can see over the hedge of winterworn bushes; three ...maybe four rooting up what they can find to eat.

he gestures with his muzzle that he'll go right, eyeing the two lingering a bit away and with no need to communicate vocally ( at least, wintersbane thinks so ) he focuses on the thrill of the hint slithering down his spine. he weighs his chances and lunges for the nearest rabbit to him. his injured leg gives him away and forces him to toss his weight so that his jaws clasp around little more than air. he chases one of the two rabbits he'd had his eye set on but they both manage to evade him; the fail of the hunt stinging at his pride as he limps back to imaq hoping she's faired better than he.