Duskfire Glacier We carry on

Eden had been caught between nursing her own wounds and those of her son, as well as keeping up with her pack's wellbeing. There were several pups with them, though they'd seemed to have lost one along the way. Eden's heart ached for the young boy, but she knew that they couldn't afford to go back for him when the chances of him having survived were so low. She walked along the borders, occassionally stopping to leave her mark, when her mate came into view. Their children were older now, and Eden felt more comfortable with allowing them to explore on their own without her constant supervision.

She approached with care, nosing his shoulder with  sweet whimper for only Sylvas to hear. Sylvas, she cooed, do you like it? She motioned toward the expanse of their claim, her eyes catching on each new sight to be held. It was like a dream, so etheral and sweet, and yet the icy surface made it even more surreal. Everyone seems to be settling in nicely, from what I can tell.