Hushed Willows WindChill

Working towards a base hunter trade. AW to Hearthwood members.

The winter season progressed rapidly. Starting first with heavy snow, now followed by plummeting temperatures. Descending from the mountains, cruel winds whipped through the willow marsh and the conifer thicket. Powder snow lifting with the wind and plastering itself to his face. Stinging his eyes, nose, and lungs. The tips of his ears all the way to his toes numbed.

Still, Kyrell pulled himself to his paws and shook off the snow from his back. Breaking away from the fallen log that he sheltered that night by, he stepped into the deep snow and strode towards the marsh.

In his patrols he began to notice some of the trees were stripped of bark. If it had been by passing ungulates, they were in luck. Frozen meat would be enough to sustain them short term but it would not keep them warm.

With the recent incidents and ailments, a fresh meal would benefit all.

Passing through the bare willow trees, Kyrell found broken snow. A fresh trail. Putting his nose down, his nostrils were flooded with deer scent.

He stood in place, eyes scanning the terrain as far as he could. Lifting his head, he put a call into the air for any others that were willing to join in the endeavor.