Aquene had done her best to put up a brave face, not only for her husband but the rest of the pack as well. Her conversation with Nash had only taught her that she was not hiding her emotions well enough, and that others were noticing that she was not fine. They encouraged her to embrace not being fine, but she found it difficult. Ultimately, she disagreed with the idea that she was allowed to not be okay, given everything that had happened. She wanted to believe them, and to let it all out, but she struggled with that idea very much.
It was early morning, and she was out for a walk to clean her head when she caught the scent, moving forward as she sniffed the air about her to find the small scent of slightly fermented but frozen through fruit, meat mixed in with it as her stomach grumbled… it looked… perfect. She could see the prints in the thin layer of frost on the ground but there wasn’t a wolf in sight and she couldn’t detect a scent to go off of either.
“What the..?” She questioned, quietly but aloud as she looked at it. She had never seen such a bizarre presentation of food, especially in winter where one would not want to leave such things for others and risk their own survival… sometimes, she truly did not understand the way that nature worked.