Winter had always filled the woman with quiet dread. Nothing good had really happened in those few frigid months of the year, not for her anyway. Her second winter: exile; her last: the slow death and crumbing of the Crest. Several of Minka's brood had vanished into the snow in the past couple of years, and of course the Queen was extra careful to keep an eye on her growing pups, just in case. Perhaps it was beginning to annoy them, but she would not loose her babies to even a shred of negligence. They were good kids at least, and no major incidents had befallen them, though there had been a couple close calls and the inevitable wandering out of bounds. Still, everything was manageable - so far.
Her thoughts did wander to @
Draven, and even @
Kova as the ground turned white and soft. She hoped the both of them were alright after all of this time, though suspicions of the worst always crept in. It was hard not to wonder about the emerald-eyed boy specifically, with her own pups nearing the age she'd last seen him. Many times Raela wished she would get the opportunity to see him again, to find out why he had left so quickly in her absence. It was nothing she could dwell on though. The Notch kids were adept at distracting the woman from those concerns.
Instead, she now regarded the pack's caches with hidden worry. Never had the cold been kind to her or those she cared about. Day by day, she was beginning to wonder if the food stores were going a bit
quicker than they should have. Of course they would get quite slim over the coming season, and eventually be refilled in the warmer times, but what if they hadn't gathered enough? It was up to her and Gent to try to gauge how much they would need, and to put that much pressure on the rest of the pack before the snow really began to fall. Last winter there had been enough at the Crest, so it was reasonable to assume that the same amount would do here. However, they
had taken on a few extra bodies recently. Quite welcome for future hunts, but their numbers had been sort of small a few months prior. Was it putting too much stress on their resources?
The Queen's mind was clouded with these ponderings; golden eyes scarcely moving from the snowy trail before her. She was on a kind of auto-pilot as she trotted down towards the springs for a drink. Eating snow worked to quench thirst of course, but was hardly preferable. It would be good to check on the ice down there anyway. It was the mother's large, russet ears that woke her from her trance. Being as sensitive as they were, the footfalls of another were plenty loud enough to grab her attention, with the breeze unhelpfully providing no scent-based information in its current direction. Her head jumped up to spy the movement of a creamy coat in between the dark tree trunks. The pure white powder made him look more yellowed than usual. It was funny how snow put even the whitest hair to shame in its brilliance.She recognized it as Emrys fairly quickly, due to that distinct pelt; unmatched among the Notch's ranks at the time. His appearance reminded her of another forgotten face; the gentleman Alphinaud. Emrys seemed equally friendly and polite from what she'd heard and seen. It was the grey on his back and the otherworldly blue of his eyes that set this wolf apart from the one in her memory. Without thinking, Raela raised her tail in a lofty wag just above her hip. She hadn't spent much time getting to know this one; maybe it was best to start now. In reality, she shouldn't have waited this long to do so, and the matriarch knew it. She had to stop being so preoccupied with things. Patiently, Raela observed the man for a sign that he might be open to conversation, or that he was far too busy for it.