Gentle snow fell from the sky – the world was blanketed in white, and despite her reservations on what this winter would be like in comparison to the last, the she-wolf wanted a more proactive approach. The cubs were seven months of age – long past the time they should have been introduced to hunting, but she had put this off to wait for Maksim to better heal. Soon, they would be at an expected age to even begin to hunt on their own – she could not deprive her children of this learning opportunity.
Now would be the time, and tipping her muzzle back, the Leader released a summoning call in to the afternoon sky, coaxing the wolves of the River forward. They would hunt, and they would feast – of this, she knew for certain. A small herd of roe deer were within the forests depths, and it was a prime opportunity for the pack to stock their caches and train their cubs.
As her song faded in to the cold winter sky, Kisla gracefully swept herself to a sit, her tail curling around her creamy forepaws. Her breath furled in the air like puffs of smoke from her lungs, and with perked ears, she waited for the members of the pack to arrive. Weather her mate would be up for a hunt or not, Naia had recently returned, and the pack held a steady number. Now was the time to prepare for what could be a very long and arduous winter.
sparking up my heart