Bearclaw Valley Safety first.

The white queen trotted through the valley, close to the rock wall off mammoth mountain. She wondered if there were any secret paths out of the valley, or maybe some tunnels going through the mountains that would give them shelter. As a naturalist she knew about wildlife, plants and the earth. The smart white wolf was keen on hearing other wolves stories about the earth, one was so convincing that she believed it. The earth was made out layers of different types of dirt and stone. Scarlett placed a white paw against the rock wall. Scarlett could make out the different shades of color in the rock. It was her way of mentally confirming that theory.

The alpha female then moved further along the wall, there seemed to be a crack up the steep cliff but it was no way she could reach it. She was not a mountain goat. One day they would hunt one of those damn things, if only they didn't stay so high upon the rock. Her red eyes turned to the ground along with her nose. For her it was of vital importance to know where certain exits were. Maybe the river would flood, where would they go? Maybe fire broke out, where would they go? She needed to ensure the pack's safety.