The Queen stirred.
A crinkle in her nose, she could feel the shifting in the air. It was heavy, thick. The horrible storm which had passed through the drooping willow woods had left the land covered in a thick blanket of snow, leaving the wolves that lived here locked away safely in their dens. Yet now as it passed the lands were still gloomy, dark, with the clouds covering the afternoon sky. Ravenna woke up on the wrong side of the bed, to put it simply and found herself restless. The need to get out and check up on her territory pulled at her and the moment she untangled herself from her pack mates out into the dim lighting, she was off.
Ever since @Adeltra had reported that Revon had been found, things grew silent with Willow Ridge once more. Sven had reported the information to the Heights wolves and, now that they knew their daughter was safe and obviously their own family had not been a part of it, the Ridge wolves had been left be. Ravenna couldn't help but feel a bit bitter towards it, after how her brother had dismissed them in favor of a lie because his wife thought it true. Ravenna hoped one day their relationship would mend though she would not make any first moves. She wasn't the one that screwed up, after all.
Though, for the first time in nearly a month, she had every intention of moving east bound instead of to the west. She had not been near the footfalls of the mountains in some time and was curious if anything there may be of value to the pack. Still just at the edges of her pack's territory markers, she moved freely and proudly, her head and tail high, a silent announcement of her command over these lands.