Kacitye awoke to a thick layer of snow piled on her storm grey coat. Standing up and shaking it off, she at some of it in place of food and went on. She saw a nearly white pup almost fall off a ledge a bit from where she was, and they had just barely locked eyes when a burly male stomped outside to retrieve the pup. She ducked behind a rock just in time not to be spotted. "That was close," she whispered hoarsely to herself. Wiggling out of the space, she ate more snow and spied a rabbit. Her mouth watered uncontrollably, but somehow she held it in check. She could not hunt in another pack's hunting grounds, it was taboo.