It had been worth a try to live there with the Archer clan, Lana had rather foolishly thought, but soon enough she found herself adrift again. Perhaps she would find her way back to the willow wolves in time, perhaps not. What did it matter? She could not say she minded much, the tricolor woman had grown used to cutting ties as easily as she made them. But winter was on the land now, and she felt the need to find others of her kind, if only to make survival a little easier. A little less dull.
She found a rabbit instead, and decided not to question her fortune as she set off on its heels. Her jaws closed on it mere feet from its hidey-hole, and Lana's breath steamed around her muzzle as she picked it up and glanced around. The dying squeal it let out would alert anyone nearby, if they'd not already noticed her. She should make as quick of work of the meal as she could, finding it not worth bothering to build caches when she would be rather be travelling light. Easy come, easy go, as they said.