Wolf RPG

New Snow was far enough along now where she was once more unable to join the hunt. But something else seemed to occupy her mind. Suddenly, the old settlement where she had raised the children born on Thursday—one now named Bobcat—did not seem sufficient. New Snow kicked at the earth, took the skins she and @Masquerade had recovered, and began to range through the territory of the Rise.

She didn't know where she was going, only that she would know it once she was there. Like before.

From far up on the rise, Masquerade saw a pale figure ranging across the wooded plains below. They immediately recognized New Snow, particularly because of her unmistakably swollen midsection. Sniffing curiously, they squinted at the items in the Bitan’s mouth. Were those skins?

Loping down the slope, the yearling barked to get the woman’s attention as they tried to catch up with her. From up close, Masque recognized the skins in New Snow’s mouth; they were from her whelping den. A questioning whine escaped the yearling as they drew up alongside their pregnant pack mate.