The slowly, seeping light of morning brought her out of the warmth of a cave. She had a routine of patrolling their western borders and then checking for prey. Either dead or alive. It was colder than usual and she groaned as the chill had some of her silver hair on end. It wouldn't be difficult just to turn around, tuck herself into a ball and sleep a few more hours away. But, even if she wanted a lazy day she was already up and might as well get moving. A vigorous shake, she swiftly stretched her limbs into a trot, trying to get her blood flowing. Nose twitched as she picked up the scents of her packmates. Damn, was she the last one up today? She frowned, that wasn't the example she wanted to set. Oh well. Maybe, no one had noticed or it wouldn't matter. Yeah, no point overthinking.
A yawn stretched her muzzle, as she ambled along a broken trail. The sky was a dull, light gray and tiny snowflakes slowly began to fall. She thought about leaving the territory. They still hadn't found any hints of Cottongrass, and she couldn't suppress the feeling of dread thoughts of him ignited. Hanging on the borders, her gold eyes skimmed along evergreen trees, indecisive.