a þing of splendor

Her herbs were scarce, food was scarce, action was scarce. She was bored. Hani hated it here... and she had a headache. She barely could move from all this damned cold. She knew she wasn't built for such weather, but here she was, pushing her way through snow to get to some meeting. Good, great, fantastic. How did these wolves expect to hunt here where everything that was prey had moved to the south? Hani, with her thinner coat, certainty couldn't do much hunting and even less now that her drug supply was running out thanks to- guess what- the cold! Who decided the North was a good place to live? Hani entered the meeting and sat, curling her tail around her frozen feet. She shivered slightly, keeping her eyes level, making sure she wasn't looking at anyone in particular. She should have stayed home.