Blackfeather Woods one bite at a time

She had stayed away from the pups for the most part, doubting her presence would be well received. She knew that their mother was absent, hardly ever seeing the healer, and perhaps this was what drew her closer to the den, passing it every so often in her daily movements. Today was different, she paused as she drew near to see a single pale spot against the dark, almost like fresh snow. She'd never seen a winter, mind you, but had come across her first snowfall days before, though it was long-faded now. 

The girl's paws took her down into the glen, skidding on the rock as she approached the girl warily, gaze on the den's entrance. She doubted the mother would care for her children, though was wary still as she finally reached the girl and sat silently before her, canting her head as she admired the tiny thing. "hello."  She said softly, wondering at the diminutive size of the girl, the perfect smallness of her.