Kintla Flatlands Longobardi lion

@Greyfalcon 

Earlier that morning the sisters had separated to go look for food and had promised to meet each other some time around mid-day. All travels in winter pose the danger of you starving or ending up on the dinner-plate, but they had managed remarkably well so far. Yes - there were empty days, when their stomach growled - but the generosity of the mother nature the next day balanced it out. 

Dwin had briefly stopped at the Fire Hot Springs to warm her freezing paws and rest for a bit and then she had set out eastwards, following a trail left by a small herd of deer. Probably just as eager to find food as their hunters were. Here and there the girl stopped to roll in the nice piles of fresh deer pellets lying in small heaps on the ground in order to mask her scent. But that action in the end turned out to be futile. Something else disturbed the herd, when they had just come within her sight, and they bolted.

Feeling a little disappointed, Dwin again changed her course, this time curious to follow the scent paths left by a nearby pack.