Moonspear and time is frozen

she stood, almost immediately. "i ate this morning," she said, already ready to go. she was cold, but it was sort of inevitable at this temperature. she was, at least, born up north, and so the cold wasn't as alarming as it was for some warm-climate wolves she'd met. "where should we go? i am ready to leave right now," she told him, gaze narrowing down the slopes. she didn't care about cold or long, she cared that they find floki... and maybe, just maybe, this was like a glimmer of hope. maybe they'd catch a trace, or meet someone who had at least seen him-- anything was welcome.