The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

She huffed; not exactly laughter, but half of an agreement. Metis could probably look and feel better if she wasn't out on her own. Having been in a similar situation- albeit in the summer- she'd been even younger, and she knew what struggling felt like. She knew what starvation felt like. And because of that, she thought she might know how Metis felt. 

She sat down so she could get comfortable. She trusted Metis not to trounce her, now that they seemed to have reached a kind of truce. "It'th much bettah than living alone an' thtarvin," She admitted, "But it ain't all thunthine an' rotheth either." She said with a shrug. "We juth-t got back from huntin' down a wolf that attacked one of our own on the bordeuth. Took about a month." She said, figuring that that was an impressive task. "But when it'th not like that, yeah, it'th pwetty good. We're a pack of huntuth an' warrioth, tho we live kind of ready for both." She said, and she paused. "Lookth like you're no thlouch at huntin' at leatht," She said, by way of testing the waters to see if Metis was at all intersted.