@Veho, @Yvly, @Amaryllis, @Deacon, @Tomen, @Nineva, @Felix, @Joan, @Ophelia
She was the first to awake that morning. The pack had piled in the den the night before in anticipation of the winter storm they'd each scented plainly on the air. Pip had settled herself closest to Veho, but otherwise isolated herself from the rest of the pack as much as the small space would allow. The mute female was still struggling with the loss of her fellow sea wolves from the pack and preferred to keep to herself while healing so as not to disrupt the daily goings-on of her packmates.
It was abnormal for the others to not be even stirring yet and Pip surmised she must be up far before sunrise. She could find no hint of light. Was it still dark outside then? Quietly, the girl stood and tip toed to the entrance of the den only to find it blocked by snow. Her ears fell back worriedly and she gave a tentative scratch at the wall barring her path. Thankfully, the snow gave way readily and blasted icy wind into her face. Digging a bigger hole, Pip slipped free and found herself surrounded by deep snow drifts.
Using the familiar branches above as a guide in direction, the small wolf trudged her way slowly towards a small outlet of the large river that fed the densite. What she found of said water - buried beneath heaps of snow - was frozen solid. Would the river be the same? But already her small frame was trembling with the effort it had taken to get this far. Relenting, she chirped out for alert her packmates that it was time to wake and something was amiss.