Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

She and @Riley managed to fell an injured doe in Shadewood. They remained there, day after day, feeding on the kill in between exploratory treks through the trees. They even went on a jaunt to the nearby seaside, where Masque left her mate to beachcomb while she drifted eastward, requesting a few hours to herself.

She found herself at Ashlar’s gravesite, much as she hated its location. Masquerade lingered there a few minutes to pay her respects before continuing due east, through a thicket of trees crouched at the foot of a small mountain. She followed the sound of moving water, though she went suddenly still at a distant squeaking.

Licking her chops, the she-wolf hastened her step. Her face contorted in surprise when she came upon a young wolf. He must be around the same age as her younger siblings, Masquerade realized with a pang. She forgot the ache in her chest just as quickly when she caught sight of the critter perched on his shoulder, looking for all the world like it was whispering into his ear.