North jogs back, aware of the danger posed by wolves, hunters, badgers, moose, and just about any other animal. She collects the prey. The hole in the snow where the hunter had fallen is empty, fortunately. On the way back, she hears scuttling under the snow and catches 2 fat voles. She returns to the camp and tosses the prey she was sent to collect into the center of the camp, where everyone jumps to grab some, but takes the voles she caught to the side.
“Winter! Want a vole?”
Winter bounds over and eyes it. “That looks good, but I was going to eat with Comet, and then we were going to go scout ahead. Venus wouldn’t let you come, she doesn’t want us to be friends.”
“Fine.” She would like to eat both voles herself, but that would be irresponsible in the hunger of winter. Who else?