Moderate snow
9 ° F, -13 ° C
It had been forever since the Asurn had a belly filled with food, winter was starting to take its tool and honestly Whitestone was gathering more mouths to feed by the second. Zahira wasn't really certain why she was staying... any sain Asurn would have realized that this was running out of hand. but she was stubborn perhaps more the what was good for her, and she also had yet to learn more about this other Asurn that roamed the lands of the lore. So perhaps dealing with one problem at the time was a more rational way to go about it. So getting some meat on the table seemed like the first task at hand, as the woman who had recently joined had brought two extra children to the pack. Two extra mouths who could not support themselves, two more mouths that put their whole survival at risk.
She stood almost at the center of the top of the monadnock watching as snow fell onto the rocky surface around her eyes turning to the sky for a second, maybe not the best day for a hunt but they need food even if the weather wasn't perfect. She let out a short sigh, before she let out a bark hoping to gain the attention of a few of her pack mates. "Anyone fell like giving me a hand with hunting, be it rabbits or Caribou, I don't care" She spoke in a neutral voice.
"speech"