Dwindling Hope

*Arisha* · 02-01-2021, 11:35 AM

Things hadn't been going the best for little Arisha, especially not since Winter hit. Her skills lacked severely in that of hunting, and it showed by how slim and starved her frame looked; bones easily poking out under the thin, delicate skin that barely kept her warm anymore. She was forced to scavenge for what she could, sometimes even gnawing on grass and licking at dirt to get herself to feel full, and to stop the aching pains of her rumbling stomach. Warmth was even harder to come by, the chill of the air caused bitter pains across her body, and in the times she did find energy to move- it was slow and painful, her paw pads worn down and cracked, never being able to heal as she had nowhere to truly lay her head.

She was now nine months old, and she'd been in these lands for quite some time, but only ever having come across two people. She wasn't sure where they were now, and perhaps that was all of her own fault, but she was desperate to hear the voice of another. To know she wasn't alone. With her head hung low and her pace slow and weak, Arisha moved closer to the lake; weary eyes looking before her as she sniffed around, trying to find if there was anything near that she could consume. In her gut she felt like she was out of luck, her paws kicking and moving at some of the snow on the ground, as if she'd suddenly uncover and full course meal that'd get her through another day... but she could only dream.

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