Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-25127732-20150210021029/@comment-5456040-20150210022807

Close nearby a forest, a fifteen year old fox is seen with a caracal, quietly conversing among themselves on the rooftop of the leader's home.

"Seems like the condition of the village just grows worse and worse..." The older one, a golden colored feline, commented. "At this rate, we may not even survive winter."

"Don't say that. We'll figure something out. It's our job as hunters to care for the village, after all." The fox reminded, frowning a bit.

"True, but take a look. In all nineteen of my years I have never seen this place in such a horrible state. Everyone's cold, getting sick, and too weak to go out on hunting patrols. Those that are still able to never come back with enough." She sighed. "To make matters worse, the snow's especially heavy, so merchants and traders don't want to take the time to visit like they usually do."

The younger one of the two shrugged. She knew her friend was right, but surely there had to be a way to turn things around...