Swiftcurrent Creek dead grove

During the frost the trees had radically thinned, losing their fluffy banks of leaves and morphing into spindly skeletons of their former selves. And against all odds, they would turn green again... but for now Dovev was able to peer through their trunks at anything that moved.

A couple of birds were rooting along the frozen ground, but quickly skittered out of the way as the male trotted along a path normally used by the wolves. It curved out of the small grove and onto the creek banks. Farther out he could see the low rise of the pack's hills, nestled amongst them several dens. He was reminded that Paar already had her pups more than a month ago- how many, he didn't know, but they were most likely already moving about outside the den. Again, he knew it was none of his business, but the male couldn't help the thin feelings he had for that rat's nest.

Dovev was more curious about what else was going on, and what had really happened- he had ran into Star in Wapun and had not liked what he saw. What was going on?