A few hours after nightfall, Overcast, -4F/-20C
The small group had still not officially moved to the Kingsfall, but the mother was trying to spend more time there, getting familiar with the topography. The boys were old enough to no longer need constant supervision and she had no qualms about leaving them for a while to explore. Especially since she had not actually wandered that far from the lake, not before she had gotten distracted by the bodies of at least a few dozen felled giants, now covered in snow from the season.
It had been fun for a little bit, to let off some steam, trapessing among the fallen trees, testing her balance against the ice and snow. Then her paws had grown cold, it had certainly been a terrible cold snap for the last couple of weeks, and she had looked for shelter. Sure, Finley could have gone home, but she had gotten distracted once more.
One of the fallen trees had become hollowed out with time and rot, and it seemed like the perfect place to hide out for a little while. Ducking inside, Finley was happy to be out of the cool wind, and the bark felt warm in comparison to the snow on the inside. The most distracting part was the smell, deeply sweet, and when she found the pile of apples it all made sense. They smelled sweeter than normal, but it still made her stomach rumble, what a tasty treat she had just stumbled upon.