Moonspear frostfall

Birds hummed quietly overhead as they passed, giving an air of spring to the terrain. Though the weather was still cold, and snow covered a vast majority of the wilds, there was an undeniable sense of the changing season. The scent of prey outside of the pack had grown stronger; they had survived another year. While this would hold true as a success for most others, it did not feel quite as powerful to Lucy. Once, she had relished in the thought that she had lived beyond her trails, but her life had felt hollow since she had returned to the wilds.
 
Trekking across the mountain, the shadow searched for a site to make her own den. She scouted for areas that did not seem as heavily populated before circling back around to a small string of caves that didn’t appear to have housed anyone for quite some time. She drew in the stale scents of former Moonspear wolves before she turned to leave to seek items she could use for bedding. It felt as though it had been too long since she last slept and she was feeling the toll it had taken on her body.