Blacktail Deer Plateau Mini

What could she do in the den? Pema's comments had her curiousity piqued, but she couldn't think of anything helpful at all. Lavender had spent so long in the den with the onset of winter that it had become more like a small prison to her - she'd seen every wall, slept upon every inch of the floor, investigated every nook and cranny.

However, if Pema said she could help — Really? Her curled ears wiggled as they shifted forwards atop her head, and she watched the other wolf with a mildly skeptical level of hope and interest. What do you mean? What can I do?