She was slowly recovering, her health would return but certainly not as quickly as her grand pups were recovering. Dutiron was helping her every step of the way, he would juggle the pack and making her want for nothing. He would supply her with everything as the winter days continued on. She was doing well to mostly ignore her season, when she was with her mate such a task became more difficult but while she was away from him she hardly noticed.
Now the white she wolf would lay out by her den, enjoying the bright day. The sun would find its way through the thick cloud cover and she could not resist straying from the den to bask in its warmth. Dark eyes would scan the surrounding area as her form emerged from the den. There was an obvious strength returned to her body, but still she was not at full strength. The slowness in her movements as she lay on the earth would make apparent her still recovering body.
