freezin' my toes off

When they had agreed on this hunt, they'd tracked an aging doe from Ashen territory into Armada's plains. Prey hadn't necessarily been scarce this winter, but certainly not big. Lucretia was slavering at the idea of a real kill. They had both had their paws full raising their families - and Sirius with his pack - but she did miss the old brute. Fatherhood suited him well. Not quite as well as Bourbon, but no one did anything as effortlessly as her love. His unending affection made life just a little bit easier. As she trekked towards their agreed meeting point, the wind began to pick up. Luce didn't think much of it. She'd hunted in all conditions. By the time she had arrived at the designated spot a steady stream of snow was coming down from an ominously slate-grey sky. The shamyn folded her ears against her skull and stared with anxiety at the sky. Where was Bourbon when she needed him? Oh well, Sirius would arrive soon. He wouldn't let her get lost in a drift. Deathbelle (and Zee, and Bourbon...) would never forgive him.