Dragoncrest Cliffs tubthumping

The weather shift brought with it a slew of problems for most creatures of the Teekons, but Tirgatao was unconcerned with the outcome. It was unlikely, with a pack as large as Drageda, that they would fall prey to the usual pitfalls of scarce (or, in this case, frozen solid) prey and deadly cold. Though she was normally fond of having her own little hovel tucked away in the territory she'd decided to temporarily take up residence near the bulk of the pack. As an experienced Shouna, she was hardly ever uncomfortable when surrounded by so many personalities. In fact, she thrived among them. 

Tir lay just inside the mouth of a cavern, paws crossed, and eyes scanning the snowfall for any sign of movement. A sentinel was not required so far inside of the borders but it brought her peace of mind all the same. One of her ears twisted back and she lowered her teeth to nibble, corn-on-the-cob style, at an itch on her leg. She blinked and twisted now to comb her teeth through the fur on her flank, pulling away old burrs and twigs that had gotten caught in the fibers the night before. The wolf continued grooming in silence as the snow continued to pile up outside.