Meadowlark Prairie XXXV

his thoughts are hers. they need food if they're to battle Nyra and her horde.

Avicus scents the air, finding the promise of larger game in her nares. sure enough, he moves off, and she does too, a rattling cough escaping her lungs and fogging upon the air, sickly droplets clinging to her muzzle.

she hears them grazing, shuffling slowly over the snow-draped prairie.

a tiny vole runs suddenly by, and skitters sideways as it's surprised by the presence of the wolves—but too late. the red woman lunges forward and seizes the creatures, jaws crushing its spine before it has a chance to even squeak.

she devours it whole, heedless of all other need save hunger.

rolled for successful catch