Bearclaw Valley What do i do?

She breathed the fresh air, drinking it in as if it was a salve that could cure the soul. After being cooped up with the children for a number of hours, it felt good to catch a whiff of something that wasn’t…Well, you get the drift.

She found a melting snowbank and rolled in it, so as to lose some of the scent that might still hang on her pelt. She lay with her belly down, gritting her teeth at first at the feeling of cold on her raw teats, before the numbness began to cure the aching feeling. 

She moved to stretch her legs, hoping to find some minor distraction that might give her reason to stay out for a bit and distract her from the instinct to return to the den, when she came across the yearling who’d joined, unassociated with any others in the pack. Yearlings were always so full of promise; she was curious to see how he might shape up, and fit in. She chuffed to catch his attention, and began to make her way toward him.