Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

AW - set for 3/12.

she returned to the valley much skinnier than she had left the few days prior -- her hips jutting and ribs showing only the thinnest layer of fat strung across them. the snow had halted her progress for days, and then it had flooded -- the plains had been treacherous to navigate, and the slopes icy. she had been relieved to cross the borders and slip into the valley's secluded bosk again, and wondered if @Laurel or @Blondine would have noticed her brief absence.

she made for the caches, digging until she found the last remnants of the pack's moose kill. the girl set in the snow with the frozen limb and gnawed furiously on the icy gristle with ravenous snaps of her jaws.