Whitebark Stream I guess I'll never know why sparrows love the snow.

she snorts, grin etched on her muzzle as she eases up beside him. "Only if you insist -- I would hate to infringe on your magnificence," she jokes on return, tail swaying. there is certainly a little envy at the way he makes the jump so easily. maneuvering seems somewhat more difficult, and this time around, she's certainly more careful. recently, she's begun to remember in terrifying detail that first pregnancy; the pain, the blood, the children who never breathed. she can not repeat that, not again. but the focus remains, at the moment, on the pack, and so the huntress raises her voice alongside her mate's in steady call. their members arrive gradually, each earning a smile as they arrive, a brief scan to ensure they're healthy yet. gaze lingers a moment on the newest members, and Kaori, though she does not single any out as they gather.