The wet snow stuck to her boots as Cia tracked the rabbit that had escaped the trap. Her fingers have started to go numb as well as her nose. Frigid winds slapped her face and made her eyes water. The sun was setting but she was hungry. She had been surviving off of boiled bones from a previous rabbit she had harvested weeks prior.
Carefully and as quietly as possible, she tiptoed around fallen branches and leaves keeping a sharp eye on the animal tracks. Her stomach rumbled. She settled it by eating the fresh snow.