Zoheret trotted from her den through the forest and arrived the river that marked the boundary of her territory. She laid down n the snow on the bank with a sigh. The river was frozen over, allowing it to be crossable. Now the pack's territory was vulnerable to whomever was on the other side.
Fane rolled over in the Regular's den and looked up at the roof. Even though he had gotten a full night's sleep, he still felt tired.






