It was a small break in the weather but one that gave the pale healer hope that winter would be over soon. He'd left the territory early that morning in hopes of bringing back something from the caches. With the pack having grown so much they had many more mouths to feed. They would also be adding a little of pups in just a couple short months and their mother needed to be kept fed. He'd tracked a rabbit for a few hours before he finally caught up to it and after a short chase he was able to secure it.
With it's limp body hanging from his jaws the pale healer carried back to the surge and crossed the border. He would bring it to one of the caches before setting off for another duty or perhaps some herb hunting. As he was digging into the cache though his ear flicked at a sound, one of an approaching wolf. He quickly finished the job before turning to face whoever it was.