It was another day to overcome, but Coquina had finally found a new family. The woman was on patrol, curiously exploring as she rounded the borders of Willow Ridge. Her paws had taken her up the sloping hillside that lead into the rise. A field of fiery flowers did not greet her, though- it was virgin snow. Her eyes observed the landscape as she peaked over the top. With her tail slowly swaying, she pressed forward, cold nose now lowered to the ground. As per usual, there were no scents of prey. Disappointment had seeped away from her; she felt nothing now. The off-white wolf pauses now as the sun begins to rise. The sky remains a pale gray as the gleam of the sun pierces through its sluggish veil.
A small smile pulls at Quin's dark lips, and she watches in awe as the sun continues its ascent. The yellow floods the sky now, sending a ripple of hope through the woman. There would be spring soon, and prey would become abundant. It would happen... eventually. Sure, it may not be soon, but it would certainly happen sometime. Quin loosened her shoulders, for she realized she was standing stiff. After the ball of sun became fully visible in the early morning sky, Quin lowered her nose to the ground and continued to sniff about.
The silence that claimed the air around her was eerie. She had been on her own for too long. After having spoken with Elettra and Skana, Quin felt restored. She felt alive again. Without social interaction, she seemed to be slowly falling apart. Her tail raises now as she bounds forward and paws at what may be a rabbit hole. Her claw strikes rock; she reels back and wrinkles her nose in dismay. Hunger was still clawing at her. Coquina's job may have been to guard and scout at the time, but she couldn't help searching for any bit of food that would feed her family.