Does Spring actually exist here?

His extended additional offer only enhanced the smile on her features, and she nodded in acceptance, glancing down into his den, glancing up at him as she added, “Is Enzi alright or still sleeping?”

She wouldn’t blame the hawk for sleeping in—it was a cold day, snowy when it should have been thawed, and if she, herself didn’t have all the duties and projects of an alpha to attend to, she would probably have been tucked into bed against Red, probably half buried under whichever children, though yearlings, had decided to cozy up in the alcove with them. Ardyn was fast growing too big to pack into their alcove with both of them, but she cherished even the cramped conditions.

She led the way, and after a few minutes of brisk travel they passed into the trees, winding through the woods on a meandering path well-worn by years of paws and now even more by Taliesyn’s hooves, which had done a good job of keeping the snow down to a manageable slush an inch thick over the dirt.

In time, she turned onto a wide, cleared trail and began to lead the way up. From a far distance, the hillock could appear small, yet, once closer, the hillock proved to be at least four-hundred feet tall, maybe a bit taller, maybe less.

The pathway that led up was tactical, with several spots that still needed fixed in such a way that scaling them was simpler. But, in time, the summit was before them, and the large circle of foundation. Aurielle grinned, head cocking as she asked, “What was your homeland like?”

She studied the foundation, herself, tongue ticking against her teeth in thought. It was roughly twenty feet in diameter, and she wondered how tall the pack could build it. Hopefully tall enough.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think