Redtail Rise thirty degrees farenheit

Though she longed to go scouting and ranging again, Lilia instead kept herself close to home, directing her attention toward patrolling and hunting, knowing it would only be a matter of weeks before there were young pups in the pack again. Having been a starveling whelp that had been taken in as a child, she thought she had an idea of how demanding children would be. Truthfully, she had no idea- but at least she was motivated to help them. 

She zig-zagged through the forest, tracking the scent left behind by a small herd of mountain goats, ranging through their territory. An unusual find, she thought- but perhaps they too were fleeing the unstable snow conditions on the mountains. She could have sworn she'd heard the thundering sound of an avalanche in the distance a day ago. 

Her concentration broke when she saw New Snow, but she eagerly welcomed the sight of the woman with a wave of her tail. New Snow was a perfect hunting companion- though it appeared as though she'd already made a kill.