Northstar Vale Pretty lights on our tree

Woops sorry, missed that it was my turn!

More snow fell away, most of it around her face, and Saena sputtered nervously as it began piling up. She kicked harder, but her struggling only seemed to serve to sink her faster. Thankfully, there were three wolves diligently working above and only one of her, so her unhelpful efforts were much slower than theirs, and they unearthed her soon enough. She coughed when she accidentally inhaled a thick glob of snow that fell right in front of her gasping lips, then peered up at them with bleary eyes.

She saw now that it was Dagfinn, Tryphon, and Indra. She was surprised but very grateful to see her young daughter in on the task—a part of her feared that her children both would sooner see her perish than live, but this was solid proof that Indra wasn't poisoned by the same hatred Laurel displayed, even if she was a lot more sullen than she had been. Saena hauled on her upper body and managed to worm her way out of the hole, and with a great deal of raw strength and frustration, finally tumbled up onto the snowbank where her pack mates stood.

Panting lightly and uttering a soft whine, she looked around at all three of them and fervently said, "thank you."