RE: Sanguine Cove, the winter storms have made some parts of your territory hard to traverse.
Stella always came back to the lakeshore. It didn't always help her feel any better, but sometimes it did help a bit.
The Vuesain girl made her way through the snowdrifts and down to the water's edge, where she spent a long moment simply looking out across toward the other shore. A rime of ice edged the shoreline. Today the water was dark and restless, brewing with the last dregs of wind from passing storms. The far shore was partially obscured in hazy mist rising off the lake, and one could imagine many things in the sanguine half-light of morning.
The air steamed around her muzzle as she caught her breath. Winter was truly upon them now. With luck, today the storms would pass, and she hoped she could get back to everything that needed doing in earnest.
There was no shortage of work to be done around the Cove. With the younger children growing, there was always a need to top of the caches, scout for dangers like that awful cat... and then there were the travelers. She could find plenty of ways to keep her paws full, as well she should, but first she needed a moment to breathe and center herself.