Sliding through the snowbanks, the ice dragoness grinned, this was her favorite time of the year. Talons scraped the frozen lake, digging until she managed to make a decent sized hole.
Sitting in wait, jaws would reach in, and clamp shut upon a fish as it would pass nearby. Her task was to make sure her mate, young and she herself had enough food to last out the season.
Soon she abandoned the hole, after lapping up a bit of the fresh, frigid water, carrying her catch into the cavern and down the corridors and trails, twists and turns to where they would store their goods.
A pile of fish soon joined a few small wyvern carcasses, a bit of venison from a buck she'd flushed out earlier, and a few winter berries.
She knew which were edible, and which to keep away from.
Turning around, she made her way back out of the lair and off again, this time, toward the market, she had a few things to buy, mostly surprises for the little ones, and something for her mate.
Sitting in wait, jaws would reach in, and clamp shut upon a fish as it would pass nearby. Her task was to make sure her mate, young and she herself had enough food to last out the season.
Soon she abandoned the hole, after lapping up a bit of the fresh, frigid water, carrying her catch into the cavern and down the corridors and trails, twists and turns to where they would store their goods.
A pile of fish soon joined a few small wyvern carcasses, a bit of venison from a buck she'd flushed out earlier, and a few winter berries.
She knew which were edible, and which to keep away from.
Turning around, she made her way back out of the lair and off again, this time, toward the market, she had a few things to buy, mostly surprises for the little ones, and something for her mate.