Cinders
It seemed a rarity these days that Cinders was not hunting, in no small part because she hunted such small game, and while another pup might conclude that surviving on their own was not feasible.....that pup would not be Cinders. Skulking through the lands, often sticking to tree lines, for every day she survived alone she would get stronger....and so long as she got stronger she would survive and her families memory would live on.
For something like that.....Cinders could afford to be a little stubborn.
Perseverance pays off, even in the chill of winter, as Cinders manages to snatch a squirrel willing to brave the frozen grounds. She's merciless in seizing upon it, leaping upon it with her considerable weight as her jaws clamp down on it's neck, and if not for some splashing nearby she would have dug into her hard won meal right then and there. Instead she pads over to the river, watching the sight of what emerges curiously, because in her young life she's never seen a thing like that before!