Moonspear keep flying

Wraen had been attempting to hunt mice all afternoon - she had dug up a frozen specimen of it's kind by chance and after gulping it down whole, she had decided to work on the area and see, whether it's siblings and relatives were hiding there as well. She plowed the snow with her muzzle diligently, checked several spots and dug at some places, but other than a faded and very old smell her work was futile.

And as the saying goes - try, try and try again and then don't be stupid and leave it - she gave up and settled down in the nest of snow she had made earlier and began to groom her feet. Having ice between one's fingers was not a nice thing.