9 ° F, -13 ° C
@Yvly
With her stomach rumbling, Amaryllis decided to visit her personal cache near her private den and brushed aside the snow that gathered on top of her personal cache and dig out something to chew on. But as her paws begun digging in the dirt, she realised the dirt was too hard to dig in without hurting her paws in some way. Dang.
With another rumble tore into her stomach, Amaryllis sighed when she realised her cache had been frozen over. It had been yesterday morning since she had last eaten, having decided to try to preserve the communal caches for the pups or other pack members. But it seemed like today she might have to either find something to catch or dig in the other caches.
Covering her cache over with the snow again, she turned away from the cache and thought she’d see if she could find something to hunt, though she wasn’t sure if how easy it would be since there had been a rapid decline in prey since winter had officially gripped the land in its icy claw.