Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

Sassafras would (thankfully) not be toting a puppy for very understandable reasons, but she still felt a creeping tingle of nerves surface as the pack set to leave for the cave that had been selected as their refuge for the foreseeable remainder of winter. She tried not to show concern beyond commitment, however, and attempted to satisfy herself with the knowledge that things would more than likely be fine once they got moving. She also knew there was no indication that weather conditions wouldn’t worsen before they got better, and relocating now, even in such cuttingly cold winds, was the best option they had.

She briskly shifted to manoeuver herself as a shielding body that would encircle the puppy carriers as a blast of wind ruffled her bladed ruff. The dark DeMonte-Sairensu silently praised her parents for their northern blood and steeled her focus to their impending task, poised and awaiting command.