Razorback Ridge ain't nothin i can do about that

For  a week Sadey had done nothing, but rest and it had done her good. Absolute rest. Then with a full belly, some extra bats about her neck, she had moved into the white of teh outdoors, her pelt a pretty backdrop against the frost and ice.

Grey eyes cut to and fro as she traveled slow and steady. She stopped when her body needed her too, and she ate when it needed too. And she was good to go. She still had some healing to do, but she wasn't so busted up.

It was on such a trip when her body was feeling good that a howl went up in the air and she headed towards it. A howl back, he didn't sound far. She'd make it soon enough. Ole Briggs. that ornery bastard. Then she heard the howl of their dove and a smile lit up her maw. There she was, good girl.