Phoenix Maplewood Realization of Old Friends

Laika chuckled, remembering her 4 months of being alone. 

"They were fine." She admitted. 

They reached the middle of the territory and other wolves were visible, milling around the dens. She dropped her rabbit on the ground by a bush, free for anyone to eat. She sat down in the snow a couple yards away, licking her bloodied paws. Once they were silvery white again, the Epsilon turned to lap at her shoulder. The she-wolf rose to her paws, back stretching and tail arching in pleasure. Her paws itched to continue on her hunt, or maybe just wander around the borders to make sure there were no intruders. She gave a long yawn, pink tongue curling in her mouth before she blinked her blue eyes, turning back to Spring. 

"Would you like to join me on a hunt/border patrol?" She suggested.  "I'm just itching to be out in the forest again." 

Tail wagged in anticipation and she pranced on her paws, tongue lazily lolling from the side of her mouth.