Oula needed to first get some space after the events at the streamside. She issue of the frozen water that had precipitated it all hadn't even been entirely resolved, but they would survive; one only had to walk a little further to the main stem of the river, or there was plenty of snow to eat besides. She still couldn't believe what she'd seen with her own eyes, that her sweet little girl would outright attack one of their own packmates over nothing in particular. The Whitebark woman quickly excused herself, trotting with purpose through the wood as if she was going somewhere in particular. Her heart was still beating quickly, nostrils flared as she breathed deeply the cold air, paws slightly trembling.
Poor Pip... She dearly loved the girl, and it hurt to see anyone hurt her, and it hurt even more for that person to be her own daughter. It spoke poorly on her own abilities as a mother, and raised uncomfortable questions as to how their children had been reared in her absence. She dearly hoped this was a recent and unprecedented outburst, and not a continuation of a pattern. And of course, Pip would never be able to tell the true extent of it.
Without realizing it her paws had taken her towards Veho's infirmary. The trail was recently turned by fresh pawprints, and she could smell the male's scent on the air. At least that explained how he had managed to miss the morning's pandemonium that engulfed almost the entire pack. She hated for this to be the first thing of the morning she spoke with him about, but it simply couldn't be ignored. "Veho?" She stopped before the medicinal den, peering into the dark and hearing rustling inside. "Can we talk?" She said with that simple gravity that instantly conveyed this was not necessarily a conversation she wanted to be having, but nonetheless needed to have.