Duskfire Glacier and maybe i froze when

set for 03/05/2021

Dusk had found her stretched out on the stone ledge that led into the grotto of Greyfall Caverns, soaking up the last waning beams of Siqiniq and what meager warmth he could provide so early in the season, so late in the day. Soon, the time would come when darkness enroached from the corners of the world and took the day's distraction from the dove. Soon, she would retire and bear through another night of fitful, frightening dreams as she had for over a turn of the seasons. But for now, she worked one of the pelts she had secured for her sleeping place in the Caverns. 

The meat from the hares and marten had been sectioned and stored, but only after she had stripped their pelts. They were small but perhaps she could compile many of them overtime to line her den with. The cur had one of the hare's pallid furs clutched in her paws, her head bent over her work as she chewed the underside of stiff skin to make the hide more malleable, softer.