King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

They gathered. Many to be had still within their ranks though quite much so nothing compared to the family which they once had. She listens closely, though speaks not, as a critical hard gaze sweeps over the members of her pack. Once before so many youth looked to her with pride, for answers and guidance. Now none. So she moves slowly, steadily. When the hunt begins she is behind the majority of the group and keeps her pace in order to equally keep from winding herself. Her bones after some time, ache, but she finds happiness in the thrill of the hunt once more.