Midday, Blizzard, 20 ° F, -7 ° C
It seemed that winter was not done with them yet. The wind howled through the bare trees, and flurries fell from the darkened sky. If Oula believed in any gods, she might have presumed they were angry with her. Instead, she simply cursed her luck as she willed her stout limbs through the swiftly accumulating snowdrifts. Getting caught out at the border in such a squall was far from her idea of a good time, and Oula was quite keen on not getting lost a second time. Though the thought did cross her mind that getting lost again might make things easier on the rest of the pack, she quickly shooed the delusion from her mind. It would help no-one for her to vanish again, especially not her unborn brood.
Oula was halfway back towards the pack's den when she crossed Veho's tracks, furrowed deep into the snow. Whether he was heading to a different destination, was taking a shortcut, or had simply had gotten turned around in the blizzard, she couldn't tell. Part of her urged her to ignore it, continue on her way to the den and sleep out the rest of the storm nestled between Felix and @Ophelia, the other part of her reminded her that she couldn't continue to ignore this forever. Perhaps her non-existent gods were giving her a sign. Oula sighed, something that was becoming a habit as of late, and followed along in Veho's footsteps.
A few twists and turns lead her to the healer, his backside visible through the curtains of snowfall. "Veho!" She called out to him.