Wapun Meadow buried beneath ketchup packets

“Yes,” she answers nonchalant before focusing on the task at hand. Maybe she has the wolf’s help, maybe she doesn’t, but she’s weaseled her way in now. “I’m Ravioli. I lost my friend and I’m having a hard time finding him because of… well,” she says, gesturing to the snow. It hinders much of her movement, she realizes, and as smart as it would be to go back to the original plan and finding a den, she’d much rather find Q-Tip instead. Perhaps, if she had a perch, she could have a better look at her surroundings and determine where to go. And if Indra came along? Oh, maybe it won’t be such a drag after all.