Winter had certainly arrived in Helidos. And with it came a decline in available prey. Nnlya was doing her part for the pack. The hunters were over taxed as it was, their numbers dwindling. Recent intake had seen numerous healers and the odd caretaker cross their borders. But with more mouths to feed they needed more of those with the ability to hunt - whether that meant grouping together to take down large game or taking the initiative to go find smaller rodents that burrowed beneath the snow. On her border patrol the Elite scented one such rodent not far off. It had been a while since she had hunted such small game and she was out of practice. Quickly, on light pawsteps she traversed the forest floor, nose to the dirt. She crouched, muscles coiled ready for the attack. She sprung high into the air, pointing her paws and muzzle directly to the ground for better penetration upon impact. As she jumped a howl broke the air, scaring the rodent. As she landed, her muzzle met only snow. Her jaws did not taste the metallic tang of blood.

She cursed lowly under her breath. Straightening up, she shook the white from her fur. The rodent would have to wait for another time. She trotted off in the direction of the howl. Tail swishing elegantly behind her. Through the trees she was sure she couldn't be far, but she had yet to spot the distinctive colouring of a wolf. Drawing closer, the reasoning was clear. Yet another white wolf had found their borders. Instinctively her tail curled over her spine, her muzzle raised so that her head appeared proud and regal. Azure eyes bored into the female. "Who are you and what are you doing on my borders?" She inhaled through her nose, finding the scent of the female amongst the many other aromas of the forest. She was a little bit snappy, having failed what should have been such a simple hunt. All thanks to this wolf. It was unfair of her, really, the she-wolf had no way of knowing there was a hunt going on nearby.