Continuous Storyline!

I've decided that twice a week for a month I will continue a storyline! I hope you enjoy reading it... Any constructive criticism or feedback is greatly appreciated.

Part 1
The winters are getting leaner, thought Atka as she notched another arrow on her longbow. Soon there will be nowhere near enough game to feed the entire village. The community in which she lived knew all about hardship. As a small independent community in a huge, war-torn nation they had been plundered, ransacked and attacked more times than any of the citizens cared to remember. Frugality was learned from birth, and taught by death. As one of the only village hunters left her job was made difficult enough by the number of mouths she was to feed; never mind the falling temperatures that winter brought with it.

Ice was rapidly crystallising on the branches of the many now-dead trees in the Glades. It hurt the teeth to breathe in through the mouth, and the harsh, whistling wind stung every exposed inch of skin. Keen eyes spotted the malnutritioned rabbit between the trees. Crouching to remain unseen to her quarry, she slowly exhaled and took aim.
Thud.
The arrow found its mark directly between the ribs of the animal. Pleased by her marksmanship, she walked over to her kill, lifted it by the ears, and retrieved her arrow. Hmph, she snorted, disappointed in the scrawny animal. There's barely enough meat here to feed a raven, never mind one of us. Sighing, she turned and retraced her trail back to the main path to tally her spoils. Two rabbits, a few large birds and a young, weak deer. All underfed, like us. But we have the weapons and the intelligence. Sighing again, more deeply this time, she set off home, knowing that she was to be berated for another almost empty-handed return. No matter. None of the others will have done much better. Unless Trand has managed to track another bear, the lucky bastard. I would not be surprised. Footprints in the deepening snow and small dots of blood were the only indicator of her presence, and soon nature would take care of that.

"Atka, this is the third time this week you have returned with next to nothing. What say you?" demanded the Vathun, chieftain of her village.
Determined not to let her frustration betray her, she simply stated,
"The weather, Vathun. The game has moved towards the deserts and pastures of the West and South in search of warmth. There was nothing I could do."
"You know damn well I want results and not another excuse Atka."
"I apologise."
Furrowing his brow further, if at all possible, the Vathun's eyes bore into her like a chisel.
"I am sorry Vathun, but what of the others?"
"You are the first to return Atka, as usual. The others seem to be far more... dedicated to the survival of this village.” he muttered coldly.
Her blood began to boil at that. That damned fool knew how much this village meant to her. It was her life.
"With all due respect-", she began.
"Silence! I know as well as anyone here that your skill in archery, swordsmanship and tracking is unmatched here. I believe that you require a task more suited to your individualistic nature."
"What would you have me do, Vathun?" Please say reconnaissance... Anything to get away from here right now...
"You are to contact the glassworkers of the Modabe. Our treaty with them still stands, and they will surely have supplies needed by us."
Yes! "As you wish."
"Leave tomorrow morning. Travel light, and catch your own game on the way."
She bowed, turned, and left the tent-cabin hybrid, allowing the leather door to flap wildly on her way.