Redhawk Caldera let your heart run, child, like horses in the wild

Raven's teats hurt, now that the puppies' milk teeth had presented. The cold didn't help either, leaving her chapped and stinging. There really was no relief, either. Although the five youngsters could now start sampling regurgitated meat, they wouldn't be weaned for another six weeks or so. Winter would stick around for even longer. She would just have to tough it out.

For the moment, however, she gave herself a break. She stood—a particularly greedy @Titmouse momentarily dangling off her underside like some overgrown leech before plopping unceremoniously on the stone floor—and padded toward the cave's entrance. She shivered when she stepped outside the bubble of warmth and felt the cold hit her like a slap. She didn't venture far, stopping just outside the mouth, squinting against the glare of winter sunlight on the snow.