Boredom

She was growing bored and somewhat impatient that Razor had not returned. Playing with the bone she had was growing old and she wanted something else to do. Huffing the pup started towards the entrance of the den hoping that any moment Razor would be back. Minutes passed by and he still did not come back so she got to her feet and moved out of the den. The bright lights of daytime hit her and made her squint. She had to stop and allow time for her eyes to adjust to the light. Once they did she looked around searching for the grey male. Still not seeing any sign of him the female decided that it shouldn't hurt to move around the pack lands by herself. Picking up her paws the young pup began her journey, unsure of where exactly she would end up. She wasn't even sure which direction to start in, but she was determined to explore and get familiar. She passed lots of trees and after a while she came to a small stream of water. She paused as she looked at it. The water had some sort of odd look to it, glazed and unmoving look. Lowering her nose the female touched her nose to the water, but was surprised to find that the water was completely solid. It had to be from the cold and she grew bored of her discovery.

Sighing she sank back onto her haunches and scanned around her. What in the world was there to do?!