Tribal Omegas #5

Snow stirs the pot, working with bare ingredients in the iddle of the most brutal winter she'd ever seen. Deer memat, dried mushroom pieces, dried wild onion, and some tubers, even her cooking skills did little to add to the soup. At least, it would be warm. She sighs, none of the males in the pack seemed to even know her name... and she watched as the warriors chatted, each nudging each other at the smaller, prettier omegas. She did her best to ignore it.