Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

Over the few days she’s been in Easthollow, she has not had many freedoms to herself. Wherever she goes, he is not far behind. Usually annoyed with her little effort she puts into anything. Most of the time, she’s forced to follow him and every so often she’s left at the den alone. Most of the time she is sleeping, tucked away underground where the cold air isn’t so frigid. The one good thing she’ll give him credit for is helping warm up their shared space far better than she ever could alone, even if it means she’s trapped until he moved.

This morning has brought on a soft snow fall from early morning. The ground is lightly blanketed but it has faded in most spots. Every so often there will be a short flurry for a few minutes before fading into a flake here or there. @Wardruna had gone off for a while without making her go on the promise she doesn’t leave the den.

Noma holds on to that promise until her stomach churns in a sickening way and she can’t deny it anymore. She rejects everything Wardruna offers. Slowly, she untangled her gangly legs and slips from the den awkwardly. Immediately, she shivers and her bones rattle and she uses all she has to make the short trip to the cache. The ground crunches beneath her paws but the snow is scarce, making the cache easy to find. Noma begins to dig through the cache and find the first thing within reach, pulling it out and attempting to work on it despite the cold.