Blacktail Deer Plateau and in the morning when you rise

Discontent seemed to be a popular feeling within the pack lately.  Briefly, with some exasperation, Rosalyn wondered if anyone felt this place was home.  More and more she was reminded of Saltwinter and it's collection of oddities, tossed together with the necessity of winter and nothing more.

She chuckled.  Different, eh?  That was hardly surprising.  This was not a shore and the winters were long here.  She felt the cold in her bones nowadays, though Hua seemed hardier in her youth.  Howso?  As with Nieve and Raleska, Rosalyn tended to do her homework when it came to pack.  It was curious to her how often a wolf could look for a home, yet be incapable of describing such a place.  Rosalyn herself was no different lately.