Somehow I'm always on the run, but I'm never catchin' up

Why did it have to be so damned cold?! The coast was breezy, sure. But this was cold that nipped at every bone in your body. Every muscle. Snarling quietly to herself, Sol shook her head. Aye, you shouldn't have eaten that whole rabbit. Her words were low, to herself really. Her stomach grumbled as if to add icing to the cake. Begrudgingly, she moved forward.

She was careful and methodical with her steps. The snow buffered any sticks or branches cracking under her light footfall, but it had it's own sound to alert any prey. Sol cursed the crunching. Shaking her coat lightly, she knocked some of the snow off. Closing her eyes, she lifted her nose to the sky, trying to catch scent of anything. Ears pricked forward as she caught scent of a rabbit. Yes.

Buckling down, she slowly moved toward the scent. Her mouth practically salivated at the thought of another rabbit to tide her over. Kirain had mentioned that if she needed anything, she was free to ask for aid, but she felt she had burdened her new found leader enough. The snow made it impossible to be quiet almost, but the thing that offered comfort was that the other animals had gotten used to hearing the snow crunch. She prayed that meant this meal wouldn't think twice.

Stopping in her tracks, she inhaled deeply. Another wolf? She'd wondered if it were maybe one of Kirain's. This made things a little more complicated, at least in her head. It didn't have to, though. But did she go to this other wolf or stay the course of the rabbit? Part of the female wanted to move past it, forget it, and find her food...but there was a nagging feeling, a voice... what if they were stuck? What if they needed help? Gods damn it all. With a snarl she moved towards the scent, her nose high and ears on alert.