Ice sat down beneath a tree where it was fairly dry and free of any snow. His ears perked when he caught the scent of fresh blood in the air. There was a kill made recently. He wondered if it was Silver or another member of the pack or if it was another animal. He hoped that it was one of the pack. They could use the meat. They were all hungry no doubt. It would make their lives all a lot easier if they could at least have a decent meal.