Blacktail Deer Plateau the river don't run dry

It had been a few days since Pema and Shale had brought home the timid Anatha. They had set her up in the Door. A cave like setting within the territory that was rarely touched by snow. Snow flakes would fall into it from above and land on the most likely frozen pond that rainfall from warmer seasons had created. She had been put there to keep away from the rendezous site where most of the pack stayed, including the pups. It was also rather close to Pema's den, where she would of had most of her patients stay, but these had been special circumstance. 

When she stepped into the Door that day she didn't see Anatha and began looking for her. She knew not to go to the rendezous site, but there was still very little that they knew about this girl, and with that Pema wasn't sure how much she could be trusted. She followed the girls scent and found her near the more moutain like part of the moutain that bordered their territory.

Pema wanted to ask why she wasn't by The Door, but the smell of blood in the air was a more pressing issue. She came up to the females side and saw that she was on her forelimbs, speckles of blood showing on the snow. "What happened she asked?" she asked before looking to find a detatched dew claw close by.