Witch's Marsh Trashin' the camp

@Bronze !!!

The snow began to melt, and Božena felt her limbs slowly become more mobile. No longer did she feel she had to lurk inside the cave that she had named her camp; she felt ready and able enough to set up herself here. 

She did not know if she would be allowed back to see the mute boy again, at least, be with him as a packmate, but she was now used to being lonely. She no longer had any true interest in being in a group, relying on others for support; she was enough for her. At least, that's what she told herself as she cleaned the clearing around her den to make it more presentable for herself.