Description
Winter was always hard. Even in the best of times, winter was a struggle. Yet Keezheekoni's skin clung tighter to her ribs than she would have expected. The intruders had snuffed out every spark of life they could find and catch within their terrible jaws. More and more, Keezheekoni had to travel far out to find just enough for Riverfell to eat. It was lonely work -- usually Vohkoohe accompanied her, but Keezheekoni worried for the marten's safety, much to her annoyance. It was dangerous, farther out.
Yet the hunter had no choice. She followed one of Riverfell's stream far out, head low and eyes almost unseeing as she passed by the brilliant green grass that was finally growing, and the gorgeous flowers that were just blooming. She could not stop to admire the scenery, not when there were hungry mouths to feed.
There was still so much farther to go.
For Keezheekoni's MSE!