Larksong Grotto oh right

Her plan, thus far, was to keep making her way around the new pack and pick up any loners she happened to find along the way. If she ran into a member of another pack, so be it. Maybe they'd be unsatisfied (as she had been) with their way of life, and Cyclone could convince them this was the right thing to do. Surely they didn't really want to stay wherever they currently were. Not that the glacier was the perfect place on earth, but it was suitable enough, and they could use the numbers.

Set on her quest, the Blackthorn yawned and stretched from her temporary bed, eventually making her way to a small stream where she could grab a drink from the partly frozen water. It was icy cold, but still liquid enough for her to drink. Perhaps she would come across some grub while she was out here. She sure could use the sustenance.