Deepwood Weald I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why

There were more signs of a pack's, or at least a group's presence under the snow. Maude digged just as Rian did, her nose working to uncover more signs about the settled wolves' presence. Smells loike it, She huffed, snorting snow from her nostrils to help her smell easier. Only a few males' scents, She notes, trying to find more concrete evidence, like fur or waste.

She tries to find the strongest scents, but the snow was absorbing the scents well, as water tended to do. She was having a hard time finding a general direction of the pack's movements. As far as I can tell, away from us, She notes.