A Winter Never Forgotten

Chapter 2: The Hunt For Food

   I woke up underneath the tree, my teeth chattering. Frozen icicles hung from the branches, so close to my head that if I jumped up I would be stabbed.
   I stood up, slowly, and started to walk away. My eyes caught a small but if movement. I looked over at the hole that had berries in it that I took out. It was the same rabbit that dug the hole. It scurried about, looking for its food.
   I honestly felt bad for the poor creature, eating its food. I felt that if I didn't eat this as berries, I would have to say sticks and chew icicles up fire water.
   I thought about my survival for a bit. Knowing that staying out here for too many days or even weeks, if I survive that long, I'll never get out of here or get help.
   I could hear the yowls of foxes, the hoots of snow owls, and the clicks of birds that stayed for the winter. I looked around to see if any predators were around. None for now. I continued my search for a few more hours.
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   After a few hours of walking, it started to snow. Pretty soon the wind was blowing me away. Smacking my face so hard, I could fall. As my teeth chattered, and my skin crawled with goosebumps, I finally heard it. The sound of a cry.
   An animal's death cry.
   I rushed over to the sound. I pushed some bushes out of my way and saw the most beautiful scene. Two foxes, young and old, just took down a male deer. I rushed over, flailing my arms and screaming to shoo them away. They rushed away, chitering and yipping and barking at each other. The older one looked over his shoulder and have me a stare. He sniffed and ran off to the other.
   My hands sliced through the buck's skin, blood immediately filling my fingernails. My stomach growled loudly and my tongue slid out, impatient for the taste of this deer. I grabbed a chunk of meat, a liver?, and stuffed it in my mouth. I chewed slowly, eating for the bitter aftertaste. I swallowed the meat and stuffed more into my mouth.
   After finishing my full, I left some scraps for some other hungry predators, like maybe the foxes, and stuffed a little bit more in my sweater's pockets. Starting to walk away from the meat, the snow was falling very lightly. I was thinking about survival. Maybe I could survive if I continue to hunt like a scavenger.
   But.... How will I get out of here?
   How will I get help?
   What will I do...?