Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

She had few friends here. Two to be exact that had showed her any kind of friendship aside from Ky. She didn't really care, other than the lack of company whenever Ky was busy with something. She had already spent much of the day patrolling and was not interested in doing anymore. Eating was out of the question; today's nausea had been the worse yet, and the thought of eating had fire licking up her throat from her chest. 

So to pass the time, she wandered. She had napped earlier as well and a little more energy. The chilly air comforted her some, as did the crunch of snow under her paws as she made her way into the field. Movement made her stop and glance around. She saw the hind end of a wolf—brown against the white. The front of this stranger seemed to be buried in a pile of the winter dusting. 

She trotted over and stopped next to the odd stranger. He smelled of her husband, and so she deduced that he was allowed to be here and she had just not met him yet. Are you stuck or something? she asked. She supposed she would help him out if he really needed it.