Warm breath hit the air sharply, steaming in her face as she crouched amongst the frozen vegetation that had once been a beautiful and blooming forest. The trees were frozen solid now mostly but that didnâ€™t stop little critters like rabbits from coming out and playing whenever that felt safe enough. Eirlys kept as still as possible when she felt the hare staring her way not daring to make even the slightest sound. Knife clutched firmly in her hands as she continued to observe the animal and awaiting the moment to strike it. For the past several months since her little awakening animals like hare have proven to be an excellent food source. What else would she eat otherwise? She has raided a few camps and shelters but the food had all gone bad. Animals were the nest best thing.<br/><br/>Daring to approach the hare further, she lowered her knife and kept a steady gaze towards the animal, stopping every now and then when she felt it had picked up on her. She had been as quiet as possible until she stepped on a branch. The twig snapped under her weight and the hare was immediately aware of her and sprinted off. Swearing under her breath, Eirlys followed after it as quietly and as quickly as she could. Moving through the frozen forest was liberating. She felt alive as she nimbly moved after the hare, not once losing sight of it. It was almost like a hidden instinct had taken over her, causing her to never once give up the chase. This instinct was called hunger. She has not eaten in almost two days and she was hungry.<br/><br/>There was no way Eirlys was giving up this precious meal.<br/><br/>Leaping on top of a rock structure, careful to keep her footing so she didnâ€™t slip, she leaped at the hare once she had it where she wanted it, bringing her knife down on its fragile neck before it even knew what hit it. The moment the blade connected, there was a splatter of blood and a small amount of struggle before the animal passed from this world.  A wide smile stretched across her face. Satisfied with her accomplishment, Eirlys picked up the hare and threw it over her shoulder. The smell of blood and death was something she has become rather immune to over the past few months. Now all she had to do was make a fire and she had herself a breakfast fit for a queen.<br/><br/>About a mile from here she had a found a small cave where she had been staying for the past week. It was comfortable and nobody had found her yet, but she knew it wouldnâ€™t be long before she had to move again. She knew there was a shelter close by and it wouldnâ€™t end well if they found her. They seemed hell bent on tracking her down for some reason. Eirlys took the hare back to the cave and built a small fire, careful that it wouldnâ€™t draw too much attention, and placed her prized meal on a haphazardly thrown together structure she had made for cooking meat over. She sat back against the stone wall and kept an eye on the meat until it was finished, then proceeded to chow down.