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Winter was a challenging time for all, but it also brought togetherness. More than ever, they needed to lean on each other to survive—perhaps even thrive—and so they did. Killdeer relished the time spent with his children, packmates. . .

And @Amalia, of course, who had become so dear to him.

He sent out a call for her as he shuffled through the inch or two of snow that had settled beneath the alpine forest. More had gathered, of course, upon the highlands, but the tall tree boughs spared this ground from the brunt of precipitation.

Killdeer was hunting, patrolling, but idly, at that. He much would prefer his paramour's company, and he paced along a little restlessly as he waited for her.

making an assumption that Amalia is welcomed into Moonspear!