hunger and the need to rest

@Saena maybe?

The tail hadn't sustained the male for long, and though the female had left a bright red trail for him to follow, Dapper hadn't the energy to go after her right then. By the time his strength had been restored, the warming temperatures had melted both snow and blood away— essentially erasing her from existence. He would find her however, and whether it was to consume her or ravage her in other ways (if it happened to be after his strength returned), Dapper was convinced that she belonged to him.

He made do on small game and scavenged corpses— it mattered little to him, for it was sustenance, regardless of what it had been in life. Dapper was still hungry, always hungry, but he could feel his strength and stamina returning bit by bit. It would be months before he was back to a healthy weight, but he was at least restoring some of his woefully inadequate fat and muscle.

Directionless, only motivated by hunger and the need to rest, he found himself in a territory blessed with hot springs; against the cold of winter, steam covered the area, creating the illusion of fog. He settled down to rest, the heat soothing his aching muscles.