Ripplestream runs along, trailing near the back. She fights back hunger as she scents a frail mouse. Her eyes narrow, trying to fight back the wind that presses against them. She stays silent though, as she doesn't want anyone to know her pain. She wishes she could lay awake outside her den, counting the stars, the one thing that makes her sleep. She wishes she doesn't have to worry about the hunger that is defeating her. But she runs along with the others, only showing a blank expression, nothing of which shows the storm raging inside her.