Five-finger discount

The dappled lynx walked past yet another scent border, dotted periodically with yellow snow. She was hungry, and was too lazy today to hunt for her own meal. It took some time of wandering the outskirts of the packs territory, nose to ground, until she found her prize. A cache. She quickly dug up frozen bits of flesh, but to her dismay they were frozen solid. She sat in a spinx like posture and began chewing a small chunk of frozen something, trying to soften the hard meal.