Redhawk Caldera strangers get born, strangers get buried

Dwin had spent early morning hours looking for fresh food, which due to recent snow-fall had become a lot harder to find. She had to listen extra-carefully to hear smaller rodents underneath the snow piles and even that did not guarantee a success in hunting them down. She caught sight of some deer in the distance, who seemed just as desperate as her, digging through the snow to get at least some stalks of dry, yellowed grass to eat. Maybe they would have a chance to hunt down one. 

Tired she had returned to caldera and sprawled on top of a sturdy fallen tree trunk and this was, where Sylvie finally found her. Dwin opened one sleepy eye then the other and greeted her sister with a light wag of the tip of her tail. "What's up?" she asked, lifting her head and yawning.