Broken Antler Fen Flocking Together

She was right. If the rain turned to snow, the pack would be at quite the risk with he famine and other factors. She just hoped there were no pups, or at least more prey by then. "Yeah, I don't know if we're strong enough for that." It was ok to have doubt and to prepare for the worst. But what was not ok was giving up on a pack because you don't think you could make it.  

"I'm glad to find it easy to talk to others here," she didn't want them to be all like Dacio -- silent and brooding. Most here were warm and soft. Like mashed potatoes. 
"Not long, I met Praimfaya a while before the pack formed -- I got lost while tracking in the quakes." Her tail flicked with a bit of shame at how long she'd been absent, and embarrassment at how she could even get lost. "How about you?"