Note: Just before Nari leaves to go out hunting at Fireweed Rise.
Two limp skinny mice hung from her jaws. It wasn't even enough to feed one wolf let alone a whole pack. Narimé padded over to where one of the caches should have been then looked around surprisd at the clear space within the den. There was no food there, none left even from the moose hunt which seemed so long ago. Is it because there are more mouths to feed? Nari crinkled her nose into a snarl angry at herself for not working harder.
There was really no reason to blame herself for the food shortage as she did. Most wolves have a hard time finding foood during winter, but the young hunter was determined to head out and find something big that she could lead the pack to for a hunt. Maybe an elk or a deer? She thought hungrily.
Dropping her tiny catch into the back of the den where a few other morsels still remained Narimé turned tail and headed back out again. As quickly as she had come the silvery girl was gone once more working hard for her pack mates.
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