Despite Whiterun city being still visible on the horizon, Shork had begun to loose feeling in his hands, and was happy when the group decided to take shelter provided by some nearby tree's. Their leader seemed annoyed at their lack of progression, his vampirism suiting the environment well, but everyone else looked either tired and freezing or concerned for those who were. He tried to hide it, but Shork was leaning towards the former group. It wasn't often he found himself wanting to be covered in warm fur...
As the group located a small clearing that was deemed suitable to set up camp, Shork went over to a nearby trunk, wiping off some snow that had settled atop it. He tried to sit down, but a cracking noise indicated that the log was hollow, so he quickly jumped off it again before it broke. Once again looking at the group from afar, the tired orc tried to figure out how he could help. There was no fire yet, but considering the opposition was away in the north it didn't seem dangerous. Thankfully he didn't have to ask to make a fire, thus looking soft to the group.
"We should get a fire going. Sheltered from the wind." Surprisingly it was one of the vampires of the group making the request. He called to one of the younger travelers to help him gather some fuel for a fire, then turned to Shork for help as well, though his name went unheard. He nodded to show his willing to help, then trudged over to a different edge of the clearing to search for some kindling.
As his collecting drew him further from the group, Shork spottted what looked suspiciously like a rabbit hole, hidden in the snow. Waiting around to see if there was any movement, he threw a stone noisily into the hole, and was not left dissapointed as two small yet rather meaty burrowers popped out of the ground.
Planning to catch them, Shork went for his mace, then decided it would be less cruel to simply snap their necks. Circling around the duo quietly, who were now poised and alert, he suddenly pounced from behind a mound of snow. One was too quick and rushed back into the role, but the other was left helpless as a large, menacing figure tightly grabbed it by the throat from behind and quickly ended its life.
He looked down on the rabbits limp body, which had grown fat from hibernation, but was really too small to be shared by several. Thinking about his companions, most of which had packed rather light, Shork began searching around for some more holes to prey upon. A quarter of an hour later he came back to the group carrying a fair amount of dry sticks in his arms, and three juicy looking rabbits hanging from his belt.