A wet tawny paw was lifted before Cheedo licked some of the wetness from the snow off it. Her pads were cold to the touch, the tawny woman hated the cold hut what could she do? She needed some time away from the tarn, it was depressing her. If the pack was ever going to succeed she needed to get it together.

She still wasn't ready by any means to support a pack, be a leader. Cheedo had always known it wasn't the position in the pack she was supposed to hold. She needed to figure it out and staying in the tarn just wasn't helping.

A nice venture into the forest surrounding her home might help. She stopped however in her travels when she noticed something pink against the snow, what was that doing there? Veering from her path she went to investigate and found a pink flower. Looking around she wonder if maybe it had been dropped.