skill: n/a

the silence over the taiga is thick. wind carries the snow in shimmering gusts, peppering tulugaq's pelt with big, round flakes as they land on her shoulders. her surroundings no longer look familiar — the scents are all different, the trails are all gone. out here there is not one sign of her family.

she's made it somewhere.

exhausted with numb toes and an aching belly, she finally comes to rest beneath a lone, dead tree standing in the midst of an ice sheet. there is no food to be caught out here, not at this hour. it doesn't seem like there's much of anything for miles. she's not sure how well a hunt would go when she's running on such little sleep, anyways.

perhaps there is nothing more for her to do except for settle in and close her eyes.