Caribooooooooo

Marrow

Marrow wandered incessantly, she just couldn't bring herself to stay in any territory more than a night or two. This constant movement had its downsides, for one she was expending a lot of energy and for another she wasn't staying long enough to really get a feel for prey movements and that was leading to some less than stellar hunting. It had been four days since she'd eaten anything and having lived mostly off small prey she did not have the stores of meat for the activity she was trying to maintain.

When she caught the scent of caribou she immediately followed it. It was unlikely she'd be able to catch anything by herself but perhaps there was something to scavenge? Oh… now hold on. That's when she spied an older man and a wee pup. She didn't care about the pup, she focused on the man, hoping to weasel her way into a hunt and her first substantial meal in over a week. "Hey there, are you hunting those caribou? Can I help in exchange for food?"