Redhawk Caldera Love enough to leave em go

Amalia traversed through the new pack lands. She had found internal territories that made her squeal in delight. Her favorite being a bunch of hillocks covered with trees. She loved it there. It was an absolute delight to race up and down them, her breath frosty in the air, when she made it to the tippy top of each one. Finally she stood and looked down over everything, the only proof she was even here, was her pawprints in the snow.

She tilted her head towards the warmth of the sun and smiled. Letting it caress over green eyes, delicate face. It was beautiful here. Beautiful and Serene and she was peaceful. Though she felt a bit out of pace, being that she had nothing to do at the moment.