Dragoncrest Cliffs Then let the storm roll in

The snow continued to pile and food had grown scarce.  Fortunately the sea continued to provide... but the bitter cold wasn't something Rosalyn wished to test right now.  It was early morning when she rose and her legs ached, so she pushed her way out and towards the eastern forests.

Life moved forward.  She was subdued, quiet, but she hadn't stalled out.  Their children needed food and security, Erzulie had spoken of more, and soon they would need to recruit.  She couldn't feel excited about replacing those lost, but she looked towards it regardless.

When the snows stilled she would range.  She'd been a titled ambassador for many years now, though the skills were perhaps not as important to her now.  A pack hunt, recruitment, and together they would grow stronger.  The cost had been too high, but the bear was destroyed.

Rosalyn stopped, gazing across the white.  Hopefully her keen eye could catch tracks that would indicate another passing through... something either to take herself or to track for the pack together.