The small female trekked quietly up the goat trail, her tail swaying behind her as she had completed her daily ritual of watching the sun rise and set, though the hazy blanket of clouds had caused the latter experience to be duller than usual, unable to watch the golden ball of light drift unobstructed over the horizon. A soft sigh escaping as the huntress thought over the pack’s progression and the cold grip of winter that surrounded them. Though it reminded her greatly of home, Saradathia had a lot more to be grateful for this time. A good strong pack, even a relative, her sister no less had found her way within Whitestone’s embrace.

Pausing mid stride upon the rocks as voices caught her attention, feeling a little more social than usual, Saradathia started further up the Monadnock instead of stopping at the den’s entrance. Catching the tail end of Piety’s comment the scarred wolf glanced upwards toward the sky. “Well, the view above might be gone, but there’s always a great view below.” she said quietly, coming upon Lorcan’s other side and glancing downward toward the snow covered plains “There’s a lot of subtly beauty in the way the snow covers the land, rocks jutting out here and there, it really makes a unique scene.” becoming used to most of the pack’s ways of close contact, Saradathia decided to test it, settling down next to Lorcan’s flank, in a sphinx like position to where their sides could brush "it’s a scene that's best enjoyed with family.”

He admitted what truly was the matter and her brows furrowed too. "That seems a little odd, I will admit. But two times doesn't mean forever." A smile hopeful smile painted her face. She wanted nothing but the best for her packmates. Is that not what any good member would want?

It appeared they weren't alone. The voice of Saradathia was heard and Piety lifted her head. A brow raised at the woman's suggestion. Look to the land? It was dark. What could they possibly see? Silhouettes perhaps but not much more than that. The pale Santoro had to admit she was rather happy when Lorcan engaged conversation. Sara had planted herself on the side of Lorcan, so Piety's nose was practically in her coat. The Santoro pulled back. Rolling onto her side. Her body faced mostly away from them. She would keep silent and merely listen to what they chattered about.

Her eyes caught one bundle of stars, through the clouds that broke but she didn't point it out. They were in the middle of a conversation, after all, it would be rather rude to interrupt. And Piety was certainly not one to be rude to the wolves she now lived with. It wouldn't be right.

"speech"

Piety had to be honest, she was barely worried about hearing what they spoke about. She was sleepy and had come out here to star gazing with @Lorcan. This was obviously not that. She did take a gentle note of how both Lorcan and @Saradathia had troubles with prey. Perhaps she could discuss it with @Morganna and see if the dark female was also experiencing such issues.

She didn't bother straining to hear the mumbled words of the younger female. Her eyes had grown heavy until she felt Lorcan nudge her. With a grunt, she rose to her feet. "I'm tired." She declared as if anyone asked her. "I think I'm going to head back into the den. Goodnight you two, don't stay up too late." She offered a soft smile and nudged both of their heads with her nose. Her paws turned her around to shuffle back inside.

The pale Santoro was careful to move around bodies. Her body found a place to rest close to everyone. It had grown cold from when she had left but that certainly wouldn't be an issue. Maybe now that she had talked and socialized some she could get some proper rest. It was very much needed.

-piety exit/fade-

"speech"