Alpine Lake The falling of our feet and it sounds like drumming

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Prey had become recently short-lived. At least where she had wandered. Maybe Holly just wasn't looking in the right places. Lately, she had relinquished to breaking the ice and carefully fishing. Precautions always had to be set in place when she got hungry enough to retire to the waterway. Such as only breaking the ice near something she could grab onto in the case of emergency.

Today that was unnecessary. Today Holly had managed to catch a somewhat plump turkey, and she was extremely happy with her kill. But she knew if others were having the same luck as her, others would want some of the kill too. One wolf she would allow, but any more would be denied even a nibble. Plucking the breast, Holly made it to the point where it was ready to feast upon before turning her gaze away from her surroundings and to the ground instead.