Sneaking Out Closed Doors

Now where had those birds gotten off to? Inga paused, nostrils flaring for the scent of her companions who had flown all this way to rejoin her and then promptly disappeared the next morning. She assumed they were off exploring the terra. Shame though, Inga was hoping to inquire for their helping in a little story-telling get together if there were enough wolves interested. Katja's words about so many of the pack being foreign to the founding culture of Yfir as well as their stories had convinced Inga to begin to share the stories she knew. However, she had hoped for her companions help. Ah… birds… what a pain.

Inga headed back toward the den site over the heavily snow-covered ground, her sturdy limbs pushing her through the snow, her eyes tilting to look up at the redwoods every so often. The trees were heavily laden with snow and snow falling from the very tops had the potential to injure those below. As she neared her own den she paused, sensing movement as she noticed one of Yfir's new pups starting to creep out of the den. Ah yes… Laufey and his concubine Neith had a litter. Inga would sit quietly, her snowy coat melting in with the snow. She was curious how the pup would navigate the swells of snow.

"Speech"