Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm insane

@Finn

It was midnight, but rather than being tucked safely in the den she'd been born into—which she'd gone to after Swordfish told her about Junior, only to find the tunnel they'd found as children was regretfully collapsed and inaccessible—Saena was prowling through the forest. Unrest caught her up in its turbulent arms, and the best way she could think to work through it was to walk it off. The youth's mind lately was on rank, but she didn't dare to try to pull status over any of the Plateau's longest-standing members. She wanted to, dearly, but feared the consequences. She had yet to become truly brazen.

She stopped at the edge of the clear little spring Pura and she had found in the summer. The water was frozen over now, but she could tell it from the surrounding snow by its sheen. Placing a paw gingerly over it, Saena sighed and lifted her eyes to watch her breath curl away through the air. The stars were twinkling overhead and the sky was completely clear, though by some sixth sense she seemed to always have, the Naturalist knew the pack would wake to falling snow in five or so hours. The air was still for now, and she breathed it in deeply and willed herself to relax.