Kisla's creamy paws crunched against the snow covered ground. Her green eyes cast upon the scenery before her, miffed that already her home was cloaked with the white powder. It did not bode well, and an uneasiness had settled in her chest the moment it had began and did not stop -- still, flurries would shift to light snow, accumulating even more, before drifting back to a sprinkle of flurries.


Her paws trailed after another set, fresh enough that she knew Corinna was not far ahead, but old enough that Kisla knew it would be a bit before she caught up to the pack's matriarch. Her find had been a good one, and yet there was a nagging unease that weighed upon her as well -- she had scoured the lands of the Vale for weeks now, and it was becoming obvious that the herds were thinning. None of this boded well with her.


The afternoon settled over Oak Tree Bend in the silence that accompanied the falling snow. Finally, after a half hour of tracing her mother down, the silver she-wolf came to view. Ushering a bark to gain her attention, Kisla's pace quickened, her quick lope turning to a brisk run as she bounded toward her mother, specks of snow flying out from beneath her weight each time she landed.


A grin found its way to her features, despite her foreboding, and with a yip as she closed the distance, Kisla cast a playful nip to Corinna's side, purposely missing as her green eyes fell to her mother's cheek, alight with the news she hoped would relieve the leader.

Corinna’s display of affection caused a low croon to release from the she-wolf’s ivory tipped muzzle. Matching her pace to the silver matriarch’s, the tawny female considered the question for a fleeting moment, nervous that her findings had been wrong and she would alarm her mother for no reason. Yet the snow continued, and as a snowflake gently fell upon her muzzle, Kisla’s tongue swiped out to clean it off, feeling her ears skim back to her head in anxiety.


“The herds are moving and thinning.. there is a small caribou herd in Spectral Woods and I feel it best if we rally the pack for a large hunt.” The words rushed out of her muzzle with a certain hesitance as her eyes shifted to peek out toward her mother’s reaction. The crunch of snow as her paws sunk in to the accumulating depths seemed to be the only other noise aside from their voices that broke the silence, and as a crow croaked in a tree above, Kisla’s breath hitched slightly in her chest.


Kisla, despite her years of heartache, had always been given plenty of resources in the lands about them. Oak Tree Bend had not lacked until recently, and she noted even the rabbits and birds seemed fewer in population. Whether Corinna would sense her worry was unknown to the girl, though she fell to silence for now, awaiting the silver she-wolf’s response and decision. If anything, the wolves of Oak Tree Bend would do well with a hunt, and Serach and Sceral were at a prime age to begin to learn the tactics of their nature.

Look Out!

There is a deer that was killed by a lynx nearby. +7 Health