Tormented Tarns stay

all welcome, actually @ Sawtooth. I wouldn't recommend those looking to join to enter here because she's in the depths of the territory and will surely be attacked by Tonravik/any near her as they establish themselves! Imagine this place more... snowy...

She ached. But she and hers moved toward the place Nanuk had scouted and deemed fit for them... and the heavily pregnant alpha female approved of the place immediately upon arrival. There was much to it, and much to discover. Unfortunately the woman could not discover everything now... she suspected that her time was near. The creatures within had revealed themselves to be very much alive, and thrashed within with such fervor that she felt she might burst in minutes.

Tonravik had just enough time to find a densite. The heat here was different than the south, and as she ascended the peak, the familiar white of snow lingered there in the chilled air. Her tail waved, but she could not dwell on this for long... her nose kept to the earth, her eyes scanning the place for something of use.

In time she found something, hidden amongst rocks and boulders pressed together behind a hollowed tree whose roots acted like something of a cage. She approached the snow-ridden place, sniffing absently inside to assess if there was another creature already taking residence within. The air was stale, and the leader moseyed her way inside to assess. The den was deep and roomy; it would be comfortable enough to rear her litter in while they grew. There was a stream nearby, and snow to drink from, too. She exited the den, promptly urinating around it. Tonravik knew she was too short for time to be picky, but could find nothing wrong with her place of choosing.

So she lay by it, at long last giving herself time to do nothing at all. Even at rest, she could not have it; the pains within had grown strong, and the alpha female was sore all over.