Broken Antler Fen tossed in a cell to feast with the fleas

Now that the world had wrung itself out, Keres found the terrain to be much more palatable, not to mention easy to traverse. It was a thing that pleased her, just as being with her littermate in this moment pleased her. Do they often migrate out of these lands when Winter falls? She asked, moving in step beside the larger wolf.

With so many mouths to feed, I might almost suggest sending out a tracker more frequently to track their movements. Especially if your Winters are anything like your rainy seasons. Brutal, harsh, and unforgiving, Winter could make or break a pack, even one as longstanding as the Spear.

Maybe even herd them closer to home again. Unaware she was echoing Dirge's thoughts, Keres glanced at him, plaintive and curious. She didn't mind making suggestions, though she was careful not to step on toes; her brother was the Alpha, after all.