Silver Creek Wooden floors, walls, and window sills

She'd waited for some time before she'd turned and disappeared back inside the small cave. It still mystified her, how large the cavern inside was when the entrance was a bare crack in the high, stony banks. She was surprised she'd seen it at all, as the snow and ice that had formed along either side of the small entrance could very well have blocked it from view from the wrong angle. And while she had anticipated for the air to smell damp, dead and mossy inside the cave, it was surprisingly fresh; it simply smelled of water and damp earth, two scents she didn't mind at all. Looking up, the ceiling was fairly smoothe- too smoothe for bats to make a purchase should they seek shelter within....And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing- as bats were known to carry diseases. She supposed, though, that those diseases had cut the bat population down over recent years. She'd heard tales of some white-snout disease which had cut into their population and had made their numbers fewer. Oryx didn't mind; bats were scary. 

She tinkered around a little bit, using her dull claws to try and scratch the surface of a shallow puddle which had frozen over just enough to make it a bit less slippery. She tried to dig some of the dirt up from the ground and scatter that over the ice patch as well, but found that the ground was a bit too frozen, even inside the cave. She'd simply have to warn them that there were icy patches, but with enough wolves stowed away inside the cave, their body heat could likely melt it down a bit. They could find things to make the ground softer, more ideal for puppies in the spring...And the very thought of that made her excited all over again- so she stepped back out into the cold air-

-And halted the moment she saw the dark female wolf on the opposite bank of the creek. Her beautiful features burned with ire, and Oryx regarded her from her little crevice with a wide, icy blue stare, half hoping she hadn't been seen, but also half-wanting to make sure that the dark stranger was alright. She couldn't make herself say anything, and wondered vaguely if perhaps one of the men had recruited her- but she simply smelled of the wilderness, of wind spruce sap.