The cold had settled in for the long haul and somehow it had made Rhaegara more restless, perhaps because basking in the sun was no longer an option, or perhaps because only a year before she had been running for her life. It was strange to think about how fast things had changed. First, she had met Adelard and found a traveling partner to watch her back, and then a small band that had somehow turned into a family, a man who had turned her into a mother. It had been so much in one year that it didn’t hurt to reflect on.
Her life had been a wild one. The tawny mother made her way out of the pack den, finding her way to a nearby pond expecting to be able to crack the water to take a drink… unfortunately that was not the case. When she arrived, she was distressed to see how thick the ice had gotten. The slippery surface could not be broken, by her or any other wolf that she knew of. Buggers. She took a step on the ice, hoping to see if the center of the pond was thinner where she could quench her thirst, trying to remember the tips Woya had given her before she had found out who she was.