Phoenix Maplewood let the rain fall down

She snorted low in her throat, a sound between a laugh and a cough, and slung her head over her shoulder to regard Chosovi's pale brown eyes with a faint hint of a smile. "I can hunt," she says, "it's just harder than before, and takes a lot out of me." Hunting large game that could injure her in turn was out of the picture. While she was inexperienced, she didn't need to be told how dangerous that could be for her forming pups. She just knew.

"But yes, others hunt for me often," she shared, "and we have many caches hidden here. This pack has been here for... oh, many months." She hoped to make it one year, then two, and then many more. Her goal was one year, however. One year ruling the maple wood pack. Making it through the next few months would be the hardest part. She re-aligns her head with her shoulders and sniffs gingerly at the air, but there's nothing but the sweetness of sap on the breeze, a constant in the maple wood. All of the wolves of the pack smelled sweet as a result of living among sugary trees.

"Ever had sap?" she asks. Saena herself hadn't, but she considered it frequently whenever the cloying sweetness of it reached her.