Emberwood Bite It

Sadey was not thrilled with their current circumstances. It was winter, they had no caches, no territory really to call their own. Her body was ruined, not that she had ever put much stock into looks, but it was ruined to the point that her life would possibly be difficult. 

The ribs that had been wounded were still tender, the skin still pulled back and ugly. Tight against her white fur. She tilted her head as she moved through the emberwood. More and more scents were becoming prominent around here. It was concerning. And Reno nor Colt had really told them what they were doing.