Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

When she looked up, part of her did a double-take seeing something of a glint of a reflection striding towards her from a distance through the trees, and she smiled. Even at just a glance, Nellie could fool even her mother's brain into spazzing out for just long enough for her to realize this wasn't a reflection, this was her daughter. She hoped, though, that this would simply go away, now that Nellie had come home to the pack to stay. She didn't get up, but invted her daughter nearer to her with a welcoming thrum of a growl, and she did her best to pull a good chunk of the rabbit's slowly thawing quarters off, and toss it over to her daughter, inviting her to snack and keep her company. 

"Hey missy," She said, and nodded toward the rabbit. "G'wan. S'not great, but we'll be back to eating venison soon; the herds have returned," She said. "Frosthawks take you out for any big hunts while you were there?" She asked, but her tone was dry of malice, and she pricked her ears. She'd have to get caught up on her daughter's life somehow, and was curious to know exactly what it was they'd been up to while she'd been in their midst.