Whitebark Stream I guess I'll never know why sparrows love the snow.

She was getting ready to leave for the coast when the howl had rang out. Sighing, she turned away from the border and made her way to the call. 
She smiled at Artyom, her first time seeing him since the failed hunt, and noted the very beautiful- and very pregnant- Shewolf. So he did have a mate, then. Her own belly twinged- she wanted that for herself, more than anything. Perhaps it was simply the hormones of the season. She was going a bit stircrazy, in all honesty.