She was farther from the river than she typically preferred, but circumstances had forced her to temporarily abandon the waterway seeing as it was completely frozen solid. Perhaps if she had worked at it a long while, the girl could have bored a hole in the ice, but even then after all that energy put in who was to say whether she would even catch anything? Besides, her nose had detected something better than fish, and after months on a pescatarian diet it was a scent she could not ignore.
Despite the noon sun peeking in through the trees here and there, the air of the wildwood was thick and heavy with cold. Every outward breath was visible and rose from the girl’s muzzle in a steaming cloud, but there was otherwise no sign of her presence in the wild undergrowth. She was little more than a shadow, slipping noiselessly between the trees in dogged pursuit of her prey.
As she neared her prey, its scent intensified, and the hungry huntress could very nearly taste the fresh boar in her jaws. Her heart pounded as the creature came into view, and Sakari’s spirits fell ever so slightly. It was not a large boar by any standards but it was certainly bigger than she could safely take down on her own. She paused to reassess the situation, watching the creature rustle around obliviously.