Dragoncrest Cliffs This room'll stay just as it is now, for quite some time

As she roamed further inland, while still within the pack's claim, she caught the scent of what she believed to be grouse or partridges- something that liked to hide in bushes and thickets, as she'd discovered a number of their past lodgings empty, but with recent scents still. It figured that the birds might not choose to stay in one place for too long- but she felt she could track them down nonetheless. From what she could tell, the birds had begun to move a bit further away from the cliffs she called home, and inland toward the plains. 

She'd follow the scent, though, head down and tail lightly curled as she stalked through the snow that came up just past her ankles. It was mid-afternoon, and fair enough, though it snowed lightly still. She wondered when the temperatures would begin to go above zero long enough for the snow to begin melting- as this would be her first time seeing the season change from winter to spring. She could not wait to hunt in the springtime, when the footing was much better. But for now, she would take advantage of just how much easier it was to spot visible tracks left behind by the birds as they had moved, taking shelter in one thicket of bushes, and on to the next.