Cruella Would Be Proud

Winter seemed to be more fierce than even Odette could have expected. Though the pack territory is in the south, she would often find herself waking up in the early mornings to find snow falling. It would never stick around very long, but it was a clear reminder to the fawn woman that perhaps she should be finding a bit more material for her den site. It would seem to have slipped her mind that winter could even reach this far south, and she often found herself huddling close to her companions at night as the chilling temperatures dipped into her den. While Odette could go on a hunt in a few days time and collect her own furs, winter was not one to wait around for those unprepared, and she was frightened of going to sleep one night and not waking up the following morning. So instead of waiting on the matter, the fawn maiden would slip out from her farm just past dusk when the hens had been gathered, and made her way to the center of the pack life; communal area and bonfire.

Not long ago she had come here at the call of her queen, and she recalled the gathering of furs in the area. Hopeful there might be a few laying around, open for the taking, Odette figured she would take the chance and start there, or else she would be force into yet another cold night. Slipping into the communal area from the shadows, Odette would scan the nearby area for any signs of furs. Much to her surprise, there seemed to be a few tucked up by the obelisk. Delighted, a smile would wrap it's way around her maw before she would quickly pad over, her body slinking across the ground as she was afraid to be seen.. for what reason... she couldn't answer. Perhaps Odette truly felt bad about taking something from the pack, as she had always been a giver. But in such dire needs, surely the other members wouldn't mind? If she had the nerve to travel to the alpha's den, surely they would even take pity on the female and share some furs for the cold nights? Just as she would reach for the furs, Odette would find herself hesitating, warmth and security just inches from her claws, but the guilt simply would not allow it. Sighing softly to herself, Odette would tuck her haunches and settle down before the blankets, her brows knit together in thought as she endured an internal battle over the matter. But they were just furs!