Damn those stupid deer and their running. Damn this stupid cold weather. That's exactly how Bee felt at this moment. His paws provided little to no traction as he slid all over the ice. Why was he out her on a frozen over lake? Because the food he sought had decided the best escape from a fat, hungry wolf was running over a huge stupid frozen lake. Did he mention how stupid deer were yet? All he wanted was one mesely little deer. Was that too much to ask? Apparently. 

He slid his way slowly across the ice, his butt meeting the ice almost constantly. How the hell his pa did this shit he would never understand. It took him what felt like hours just to make it back to a solid piece of land. His stomach was on empty and he had no deer to show for his efforts. This was beginning to look like the worst day ever. 

He let himself crumple in the snow. His baby fat cushioned him well and surrounded his body, making a deep depression in the snow. "So fucking hungry..... I could eat a whole buffalo right now...." His whine was low and deep as he layed there. What he wouldn't give right now for someone to con out of their meal. Easy food was always the best food.

ooc: Dating this before she joins Dauntless

The north was now her home, the cold and the peacefulness is what she liked. A wolf born, built, and taught to survive by a trained Russian killer. Her father had loved her and she had loved to spend time with him, but she had separated because she wanted to make a name for herself and explore the world. She did miss some things about home including being surrounded by so many extended family members. She always had the company whether she wanted it or not. She had her male cousins to wrestle and spar with and even some bonding with her female cousins. Boris could even do as he pleased while her time was occupied. Now her and Boris were consistently together and they did make a wonderful team. One of the things the two of them were highly successful with was hunting. She had learned so many new techniques from her leopard companion that expanded the way she hunted. She was successful whether she hunted alone or teamed up with her companion friend. Today the two of them had teamed up and decided to do a sort of ambush. Both being large creatures they aimed to take one deer each to ensure they had enough food. They would even store it if there was any leftovers. The had tracked down a small herd of deer not far from the frozen lake, had put forth there plan and taken one deer a piece. From where they took down the deer they moved, Boris retreating into a large pine tree while Iolanta feasting at the base of that tree. It was a bloody mess after she dug into it and with the way the wind blew today it was sure to attract any nearby predators. "Talk", 'Think", & "Boris"

The vixen stalked through the snow silently, she didn’t know why she had come back all the way up this way. Maybe she had hoped to run into her uncle again, her grief having turned to a seething roiling anger and a part of her wanted, needed, someone to pay for it. Instead of Raphael though a different scent reached her. Mammon curled her lips up as the familiar stench assaulted her senses. Still a part of her was glad to know he was alright and had finally joined them. A small part of her feared she’d find her brother’s corpse among the snow, but no she had never known a wolf to smell worse than a corpse aside from her brother so there was no denying he still had to be alive. The scent of blood and a fresh kill also reached her but it was coming from a slightly different direction than her brother and she casually wondered if her brother had just had his fill-  "So fucking hungry..... I could eat a whole buffalo right now...." Came a familiar whine and the girl rolled her eyes. Mammon approached her brother, not for the first time thinking how pathetic he truly was. “Then get your fat ass up.” She snapped, nudging her brother’s rotund form with a forepaw. “Someone else just made a kill not far from here, but you’ll only be able to filch it if you stop being such a baby.”  She then moved away from her brother, both to help clear his frankly disgusting scent from her nose but also to see if could tell where the blood smell from earlier had come from. A tree on the edge of the lake, further down it’s shore it seemed. She couldn’t make out any figures but that seemed a likely place. “You got enough energy to drag yourself to that tree over there?” She called back over her shoulder. “Leaving the talking to me, all you gotta do is be your normal hungry, pathetic self.” The girl began a slow, trudging walk towards the tree. She paused for a second and looking back at her brother managed a small smile. “I did miss you Bee… It’s nice to know you’re alive.” That would be the only nicety he’d get out of her right now though as she placed a desperate expression on her face and continued her strained walk towards the tree.  Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts

GIMME FOOD PLZ It didn't take more than a moment for Mammon to show up, her usual attitude in tow. He was probably one of the most tolerant of it after Belphegor, whom he had been travelling with for a bit but had lost shortly after he had arrived in this land. Her attitude earned her a small huff of breath and him rolling into a sit. he was too hungry to argue. Of course he had never really argued a day in his life. He knew he would easily sit on anyone and crush them, but fighting just wasn't for him. He much preferred just letting his siblings think him a big dumb oaf, after all they'd easily do the work of getting him a meal if he did. She said something about a kill being made near them and his ears shot forward. His nose was thrust upward as he took in the scents on the wind. She was right. Hints of blood and food intertwining with the scent of female were there. She was eager to rob the soul. He stood up quickly. He was quick to nod eagerly to Mammon before he started towards where she directed. He was quick with the face he knew best, the starving puppy face. His begging face. The face he knew their father hated because he was never able to say no. Her quick nicety was what stopped him for all of a few seconds. Mammon and nice didn't usually belong in the same sentence.It was nice to know though that she had missed him. "Nice to know someone missed me, hopefully soon Bels forgives me for filching his food and comes back though. I miss having someone to count on all the time...." Of course he didn't know anything about Bel being dead. He did know Bel was pretty irate with him the last time he saw him though. He didn't get it though, all he did was take Bels food and make his slothish brother have to hunt again. He did his best to stay behind Mammon though. He knew they didn't like his scent and he did his best to keep it out of her nose.  When he saw the tree there was no doubt in his mind that there was food. It was time to try his usual start to getting food. Starving uppy eyes were on the female and he sat a respectable distance away. His stomach growled as if on cue. They had two whole deer, there was no way in hell they were going to finish all tha food and he was just fine to be clean up crew. That or take it once she hid it as he had Bel's food all too often. Mammon was free to do all the talking to get the food for them at this point. He and Belphegor fighting was an oddity and right now he wished his brother was here to at least get something to eat. They were usually super close and considered the most tolerable pair out there. His eyes set on the woman, as pitifully as he could manage. "speech"

ooc: Boris is hidden up in a thick pine tree with his kill

She was enjoying her meal, ripping into the hide and flesh to expose the yummy muscle. Her light grey muzzle was stained a bloody red from digging into it and even some blood had splattered on her chin and chest. For the most part things were peaceful, but the approach of the two wolves came to her suddenly when the northern winds shifted, carrying their scent to her. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted her head, licking her lips clean as she looked around for those who were approaching. When her silvery eyes spotted them it was immediate that they were a lot different from one another. The first was much shorter then herself and terribly overweight. He wore a pathetic look, begging eyes that did not please her at the least. She held back the growl that was threatening to be released, but instead stared with narrow eyes at the pair. The next one was the same height as the other, but much lighter in frame. Delicate in her personal opinion and a wolf that probably couldn't last long in the north. For now the female watched the two wondering what in fact they were here for. If it was her food, she didn't feel she had to share a meal she herself took down.      "Talk", 'Think", & "Boris"

He doesn't know! Mammon felt her stomach twist at the realization that her brother wasn't aware that Bel was... dead. The thought of it still sat like a pit in her stomach. If there was a god, not a false one like her "grandfather" but a real one than he had a twisted fucking sense of humor and Mammon hoped one day she's get to extract her revenge on him; how dare he make her have to share this news with her brother. Had she not suffered enough? All these thoughts swirled in her mind, all the while her face a mask of stone and she pushed on towards their target as though no such turmoil was playing out within her. As they approached the stranger Mammon eased her expression into one of desperation. The woman had seen them and watched them with what Mammon could only guess was trepidation. Doing her very best to look as pathetic as she could she spoke, allowing her voice to waver and break, better to let the woman think of them as weak. "Please M'am, would you be so kind as to share a bit of your hunt?" She put a bit of uncertainty into her request, knowing how territorial some wolves could be about their kill, her brother included. "My Brother and I have been stranded up here for weeks, a blizzard trapped us within a cave and I'm afraid our strength is now too fleeting to be of much use catching anything. Please we only need enough to gain back enough strength so I may catch something for my brother." She glanced back at Bee and despite herself offered him a cheeky wink, no doubt he'd threaten her with sitting on her for this comment but she simply couldn't help herself. "He's a bit slow M'am, he can't hunt for himself and doesn't understand exactly what happened only that he's in pain." She allowed herself to falter somewhat, wavering on her paws to help with her story. She only hoped Bee wouldn't prove himself to actually be too simple to play along. Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts