Buried treasure, but less fun

The weather had only gotten worse since spring came which was both shocking and troubling. The huge drifts of snow and ice along with the plummeting temperatures had driven her out of the den she usually stayed in among the pines and forced her to take up shelter in the ship with some of the other pack members. At least there was a good barrier from the wind in there and there was far less chance of her getting buried in the snow. After a couple of mornings of waking up to the entrance of her den being covered up with snow it became very clear that staying there wouldn't be safe until the weather figured itself out.

She waited till the sun was high in the sky so that it was the warmest it would be during the day - even though that was still well below freezing - before she ventured out to do anything. The frigid conditions were harsh on her lungs that were already not their strongest and climbing through the snow to get to her den was tiring on its own, especially when she was still working on building up her stamina. But she had to make the trip at least once so that she could retrieve the herbs and supplies stored within. She'd move them to the ship so at least they'd be easy to access in the mean time since going out and getting fresh herbs was a laughable idea right now.

By the time she actually got to her den on the other side of the territory from the S.S. Antiox, she was completely out of breath and her lungs were aching angrily. She sighed heavily and her ears fell back with disappointment when she realized that all she could see of her den was the very top of the arch that made the top of the entrance. Everything else was completely buried. She flopped down onto her haunches in the snow dejectedly and tried to let herself rest for a bit before she started digging herself a tunnel to get inside.

"Chrystelle"