Empty Room

Bane pawed at the midwinter snow and gave a sharp frown. Tightly packed stuff with the rain freezing the snow in the shaded treeline around his den. It wasn't too bad to get through the frozen crust of ice, a hard stamping of both forepaws punching a hole right through to the spike pit. The elder usually had to be careful to stop himself from impaling his paws on the sharp sticks and antlers covered by the snow. He didn't really have to this time, a snow rabbit covering the sharp ends of his pitfall trap.

A smile creased his ghostly muzzle and with some effort ripped the rabbit off the spikes. The frozen blood didn't really help when he pulled on the little grazer, a few chunks of frosted meat sticking to the ends of the pitfall spikes as Bane gave an amused roll away with his rabbit. His den was a short distance away and Bane lay in the center of his little camp and placed the rabbit in the snow before curling up around it. Defrosted food was good food. A pity he didn't have anybody to share it with, a lonely aroo being given with a toss of his head to disturb the silence.