Pack Event- The Mountains were Groaning

Velox, as usual, was in her den situated neatly in the Vale's curve, just against the mountain which had seemed like a very safe place at the time. The overhang above the den's mouth and the actual slope of her residence kept melting snowdrifts from blockading her, but not much had actually fallen at this time, despite spring's appearance. She was comfortable, though alone that late afternoon when she suddenly heard the massive groaning of the range above her.

Having been napping, the pale she-wolf pushed herself to her paws and limped outside of her den, turning to peer curiously up at the mountains and tilt her head back and forth like an interested pup. The sounds continued, but no movement, and Velox—not at all a wolf of the mountains—shrugged off the sound after about ten minutes of listening. She ventured back inside her den for some well-needed sleep, and curled up, wondering if Dawa would return tonight and perhaps explain why the mountain had made such a noise.

The deep creaking continued well after she had lay down again, and the sun was setting before it had stopped. Velox hadn't found a wink of sleep in this time, and was glad for the sudden silence. Although the silence was welcome, she was eerily aware of just how silent it was, and she pulled her nose from beneath her thick tail and peered at the mouth of her den for a long time, her spine prickling with unforeseen unease.