Digging and kicking up snow, Mari added yet another rabbit to the growing pile. They weren't fresh, frozen solid, so they must have been buried for a least a few days, maybe a week. Not that it mattered, Mari hadn't caught them but seeing as she was still part of the pack, then they were hers for the taking, right? Yep, that was totally how it worked. She'd like to see someone to tell her otherwise either way, for some righteous bastard to swan along and say, 'hey, you're not allowed to take those.'
And so, she kept shuffling through the snow, till her paws ached and she concluded that the cache was empty. One two...four rabbits and what appeared to be a half-eaten fish. Nice. Plucking the slab of fish off of the ground she quickly gobbled it down, barely even chewing in the process, and licked at her lips. She'd miss this, she supposed, the abundance of food, the lack of hunger gnawing at her stomach. But whatever, she'd deal with that hurdle once she got there. For now, she needed to figure out what to do with all these rabbits