You Were My Conscience...

Iniko, it's time to go out." Her voice was soft, motherly. A snout dipped down and nudged the pup gently on the cheek, her breaths coming out as small clouds. She had to go find them something to eat, the shewolf was thin, skin on bones. Whatever she found Speare mostly gave to her pups. Pups. The blonde wolf closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, gritting her teeth. She did have two but had lost Seraphiel after running into a not so friendly wolf. She had looked for days but without much luck, she couldn't find her baby. She quickly shook her head, they would find her. Just needed to refuel before heading out. That's why they were here in the north.

With that said, that's why she was waking up Iniko. If something happened, he would be right there and wouldn't be separated from her. This time instead of running away, she would stand her ground. "Wake up hun, we need to get going or else we will lose Seraphiel's trail." She nudged the male once more before moving away, walking over to the cave entrance and peeking out. She took in a long deep breath, ears swiveling and blue eyes searching the surrounding land. Nothing. That was good, hopefully they wouldn't run into anything or anyone that would be a danger.

Once he was up and ready she motioned him to follow right behind her, reminding him to keep his guard up and stay close. Paws moved quickly over the ground, eyes constantly focusing on something new, ears swiveling. Snow had melted but there were still patches here and there, causing the shewolf to be more careful when near them. She was scenting the air, searching for a small prey animal or a carcass a predator had left after eating its fill. Nothing, mouse. "Iniko." She motioned her head towards the small animal, it wasn't much but it was better than nothing for the youngster. She waited for him to catch the prey, she had tried teaching him but her knowledge was very limited but he should be able to catch small stuff.

Off they were again, she tried staying at a steady pace. Not too fast and not too slow, scanning the land around them for her daughter and food. After a few minutes they had caught a few more mice but the mother finally came to a stop. Blood was in the air, fresh blood. Quickly she looked to her son, a look she had given him before. Be careful, if something happens then run as fast as you can and don't look back. They would wait till the predator left before going in but she wanted him to know in case something happened. There she went, crouching low, moving forward a few feet to where she could now see two wolves standing over a freshly killed deer.

Ooc: sorry if crappy, typed on phone.