Redhawk Caldera pupsicles

Sassafras had taken to wedging herself in the many crevices of the mountain when the deep cold had set in. Although she was truly loathe to stray far from the heart of the territory after having been away for so long, she could frequently be found making short border patrols between hunkering down to warm her frigid bones. Occasionally she would snag some sort of small game and dart back to leave it near the whelping den, but tracking and trying to endure such slow movement in such bitter cold had left her list of priorities. Once the freeze had begun to leave larger game to die of exposure, Sassafras had actually felt better about the pack’s situation.

Her own situation, however, was beginning to grow grim out there on her own, so when Elwood made the call to summon everyone else, Sassafras began the frosty bound towards her pack mates. She had already been out chasing a rabbit that had eventually escaped unscathed, and with sinking spirits, she hardly wanted to move any further at all. She did move, though, and within minutes, she was woofing her arrival to Elwood. Her ears splayed back against her skull in the wind, but her eyes were bright and her tail gave a few short wags as she stood outside and shivered.