King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

Out from the grotto and into the open crisp air, the Bull would heed her King's call. Having been resting in the same place as she and Calhoun, she was already there, ready to lift her graying muzzle to the skies and call out to her fellow packmates not already near. 

The weather turning colder, the older woman knew her limitations and had stuck to resting in the hollow at night when it was far colder. Alas, she could not stay locked up in there forever and so was forced out another morning to be greeted by the first fall of snow. 

She smiles, a small one, for the celebration to be had, for the year to come to irs end and bring new life for the next. But before spring brought life, she would wonder if winter would bring death-her death, more specifically. She felt, as she aged and now that they were in these lands, she was far less needed, if needed at all. After all, her son was gone, her mate, gone, and the grandchildren she had raised but recovered after the flames. @Célnes whiched to change their ways, to abolish their traditions and as such, Odessa's teachings were no longer needed either. Maybe, to her, the High Elk was no longer needed. 

Odessa began to ponder how long she'd need wait before she rejoiced in the spirit world among him.