Settling out in the small opening to the south of where he'd been staying, he scuffed at the sleeping earth and grumbled some under his breath. Still he'd had nothing since the other day when he'd managed to find a small mouse to eat and the bark.. that horrible flavorless dry bark that was like eating wool... It did nothing for the appetite. He was all too ready for the winter to be over and lush abundance of foods to come back into season. Having to flee in the middle of winter was a horrible time to try and make a safe get away, but when your life depended on it, you go and think of all else later. Now he was thinking of it.. And cursing that they hadn't had more time to prepare.
