Duskfire Glacier save me slowly

Tori prowled through the northern lands, her eyes narrowed as she moved. Her fur bellowed lightly as the wind passed through the area and her stomach growled. She wanted to eat, of course… the hardships of winter were not lost on her… she simply had not yet found prey she had been able to bring down by herself. It had not been for lack of trying, and a few close calls with certain death. One had been nearly by antlers, another by a rather pissed off badger with a chip of their own on their shoulder.

Both had been unfortunate instances, of course… but she had endured both. A little dirt on the wound and some hunger panes and she had been on her way once more. And now, it appeared she found herself once more in a similar situation. Her chocolate eyes focused intently on the sigh of a few white hares scurrying about… they were slower, less deadly… all it took was one good chase.