King Elk Forest a time for celebration

branch off thread for the winter jubilee, before the elijah meeting

As the main hunt commenced and finished, Wren found herself lying outside of the den she had made. It was makeshift and only big enough for herself to enjoy, but ah there it was anyway. She had moved away from the celebrations well into the night, creeping closer to the den. She settled outside for want of something to do.

Wren had worked hard to make it in the Teekons. She could feel her muscles flare and her instinct sharpen. Hunting and fighting was all she was good for - all she ever felt herself good for - and if she could contribute to the pack like that... Well, she'd do it. Just until she found something suited to her tastes.

Stifling a wide yawn, she lowered her head onto her paws. Dimly aware of another's approach, the brunette did not look up. Not yet.