(I have no muse with Reed. Perhaps Coquina can join?)
The weather was cruel. Prayers for an early spring would likely not be answered. Coquina moved with haste; she would much rather be sleeping in a warm den. Her fluffed tail remained tucked inward in a small attempt to retain heat. Her gaze rolls upward as she observes the willows. They bend downward dramatically from the snow, seeming as if they may snap at the weight of more. Coquina was able to scavenge meat off an old deer carcass as she made her way down into the drooping willows. Such a small amount of meat wouldn't stay long in her body- in fact, it probably digested already. As she continues to walk, something strikes her as off. Her frozen nose twitches, and her ears perk as she comes to a slow.
This was certainly familiar. A pack border. With a tilt of her head, the woman cranes her neck downward. Nostrils take in odors as her mind works to process them like a machine. Soon, the gears in her mind stop. Click. A pack. Just what she was looking for. Would the first pack she ran across be the one she would join? At the moment, it didn't seem she had much of a choice. She could barely feel her paws as she stood at the territory line. Cautiously, she begins to ponder over her choices. She could leave and search for another pack, but she hadn't a clue where the next one was. The snow was too deep, and the winds were too chilled. Sure, she had choices, but there was only one that seemed correct.
Coquina closes her eyes for a brief moment before stepping back from the border. As her lids lift, she looks into the distance, allowing herself to space out for a moment. An icy breeze brings her back into reality. The thick pelted wolf raises her head toward the bending branches of the willows. She parts her jaws and releases a long howl. It feels as if her lungs are being frozen as she does so.I hope this is worth it.