Lost Creek Hollow it's the king's turn

Sorry for the wait!  I had been out visiting my brother. :)

Root looks forward to the end of winter even if it has only just begun.  The snow has barely fallen, only a light blanket across the ground and freezing her toes.  If she kept moving, the circulation increased but if she retreated to an old den somewhere, she could hoard as much body heat as possible.  Neither really seem appealing.  She much preferred to sharing a den for warmth and company but having given up her past, death on her heels, she’s a little more unsure of herself than she’s ever been.

Proving to the pack she had the skills she had is only easy in some ways and others a little harder to prove.  Herding the deer back in the direction of the hollow had gone well in her favor, for they’d gotten their kill and fed everyone.  Even if they all returned to a raided cache.  The others weren’t presenting itself as easily.

She moves to the border, blindly following the scent of a wolf she didn’t know that well.  He’d been at the hunt and he’d been at the cache when she showed up, but beyond that he’s a mystery.  Much like a lot of the newer members.  It’s weird to have been here longer than them when she’s just as new herself.  

With a flick of her tail, the boy comes into view and solidifies the scent she’d noticed.  Root chuffs softly as she circles out to his vision.

“Company?”