Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

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The svelte dove had not wasted time once she was accepted into the pack, busying herself with gathering whatever herbs still grew during the winter and digging a small den to fill with these medical supplies she was sure to need sometime in the future. Despite being a hunter at heart, she still had a passion for healing and caring for pups, so she had siezed this opportunity and would work as hard as she could to provide for and help this new home that she had come upon. It was a new start, and despite the lingering loneliness, she would use this to distract herself - perhaps then these broken puzzle pieces of a life would finally fit together.

By the time the den was dug, her feet felt numb and stiff, for the bitter chill of the snow was relentless even in the smallest amounts. The ghost supposed she was grateful for the thick pelage of white coating her body, for not only did the plush fur hide her scars but it helped remove the sting of the winter.

She glanced back at the herbs and few supplies she had gathered over the last day or two, and began placing them into the den - she was glad spring would soon approach, for then she would have a far better opportunity to fill this den with many herbs to aid the pack if injuries or sicknesses were to come. Herbs were scarce in a time such as this. As she worked, the Eruna hummed lightly, though the tune was quiet and might not be picked up by a wolf too far away. Again, she was alone, but she found she didn't really care - she felt indifferent to it. Not the eternal loneliness that had made a home inside her heart, but being by herself in this moment as she tried to busy herself, and prepare herself for a new life.