It was almost too cold here to sleep, even in the little shelter she'd mnaged to find - the lee side of what had once been a mighty tree, now long dead, where the roots protected her from the wind and there was even a patch free of snow. The pup curled up into a tighter ball, paws over her nose.
She was hungry, too. She'd been able to catch mice and the occasional rabbit, but they weren't enough to satisfy her. She was young and still growing, after all. But on her own she could catch nothing bigger. She'd tried stalking a few of the larger tundra creatures, but they all noticed her, or out-ran her, or were simply too big. She would have to get better at hunting, and quickly, if she was going to survive out here.
The dark-coated pup twitched and sat up. No luck trying to sleep; she'd go and see if she could find something to eat, instead. She poked her head out of the top of the hollow, looking around for prey.
