Sunspire Mountains Eptesicus

*is a piece of poo*

Tonravik was glad for the fact that Summer did not last forever. It was her least favorite of all the seasons; it, presently, was useless to her. All she wanted to do was sleep thanks to the heat taking a toll on her energy... and often, she did. By night she was out and about but by day she rest in the shade and near the water. This place would make any future Summer more bearable. The climes here were different than that of the Spine... better. The place had been nearly insufferable, but still survivable; it was why she had intended to remain there. But the Spine was a place rendered uninhabitable by the storm... a strange unfortunate circumstance that ended up being truly fortuitous for the pack. They would gain, she imagined, far more here than they had lost.

The sentiment in the nudge was not lost on Tonravik, who released a heavy breath. It was as though the air had been held in her for days, and now it was released. Even heavy with the life in her, she felt considerably lighter. They had survived this, losing some in the process... Tonravik thought of them, and their fruitless searches for those that had gone missing. She dare not hope for their return—it seemed so unrealistic, and hope was a thing she did not particularly enjoy entertaining—but did wonder if they had, somehow, survived. In the coming days, all that would be revealed.