Tribal Omegas #2

Omega Winter Icevein trudges through the snow along with the rest of her pack, the trail washed out by that years brutal snows. Her thin rabbit fur had been worn, and the bitter wind cut thru it like knives. The snow seeped thru her well worn boots, but she knew not to complain. Omegas took what they could get, until a mate came along to provide for them. She wraps her coat tighter, her teeth chattering, each step harder and harder.