Ana trotted along briskly, holding a limp body between her jaws. The small hare swung back and forth with little blood dropplets staining the snow. The wolf's legs extended and retracted as she covered the ground with an uppity rhythm. Her tail swayed softly behind her. The young wolf was at ease, now having caught a total of three extra rabbits for her cache. Of course, this had all been different days, but she was getting the new trade down! Normally the yearling would be seen fishing dusk to dawn by sandy shorelines. Now she worked day in and out to bring back a few measly hares. They were usually pathetic, scrawny, little things. Few and far between. As opposed to the large plentiful fish she was used to bringing in.
Life was harder here but somehow the girl was managing. Her will to survive spurred her on every morning. The hope of a new day kept her alive every night. The few pelts she had also aided to keep her off the snow. The den wasn't fully lined, but it was a start. In a world of do or die, she was doing!
She had already ate some scraps off an old carcass today, so the rabbit was easy enough to store away. To Annaliese the fact she had not one but three extra was astonishing. They may of been sorry looking, but they were food! She was hustling! Was that is. Suddenly Ana found herself stumbling about in a circle. A strong wind, normally a dust devil, had picked up. It pulled snow up in its might and twirled around the dazed girl. Her pelt was thoroughly ruffled up. Dizzy and started Ana was caught off gaurd.
Annaliese lost her balance and fell down a snow bank, landing with a yelp.