A shooting star flies overhead and you're left with the following prompt: You've come across someone's abandoned 'party cache' - fermented goods and dried mushrooms are yours to celebrate another year with.
All welcome
She knew she should stay in the infirmary like she'd been told but she was bored. Her leg still hurt some, not as bad as it had but she couldn't take being cooped up anymore. It was dark outside the den which meant most if not all of the pack would hopefully be asleep. It would be the perfect time to get out and stretch her legs a bit. She didn't have any plans to go exploring or anything just a little walk.
So she quietly as she could slipped out of the den and out into the dark night. She tried to not let her paws crunch in the snow. She also put as little weight as she could on her injured leg. After a quick look around Kateri made her way away from the den. She didn't know how far she'd gotten before she smelled it.
Food.
Even though she'd been home for a couple of days and had eaten she still felt like she needed more food. So this was perfect. The young Vuesain-Slayer puppy followed the scent until she found it, the secret stash full of all kinds of stuff even mushrooms which she wasn't quite sure about. So she pushed those aside before looking to what she should start with.