Lost Creek Hollow One reason

Maybe backdated a few days?

Whatever Treason must have been dreaming about left her looking content as she lay stretched across the pile of fluff Joss had gathered for her den. She had entirely moved inside the den now, the thinning fur on her stomach made it uncomfortable to touch it to the snow for extended periods. In here she was comfortable, but not necessarily comfortable with herself -- the visibility of the teats across her underside was weirding her out. She'd gone out of her way to sort of hide it and pretend they didn't exist recently, but she'd shifted while sleeping. And with her slack on her side, it could maybe be seen that her otherwise fit figure barely curved where it previously hadn't at all.

She'd buried the remains of a hare she'd grabbed from the cache in a snowdrift near the entrance in case @Terance wanted some (or she'd just have it later). The day was wrapping up, and she'd come back to the den a bit earlier than usual, and yeah, fallen asleep waiting.