if heaven waits we'll breach the gates on her wings we'll be one
In the end Leshia had decided to make her den in the Emerald Valley, to be close to the land that fed much of their prey. She carefully picked out a location that was slightly elevated and would offer a decent view while also giving her a bit of help against flooding. Not that she needed to worry to much about that yet. With winter in full swing the only thing the gray clouds were threatening now was snow and she eyed the sky carefully as she emerged from her den to do some early morning tracking. Nothing to involved, just getting herself familiar with the lay of the land and formulating plants for future pack hunts.
The breeze was cool and saturated and she shivered lightly. Leshia didn't care to be cold, like most creatures, but the coming of winter would offer distinct advantages to the wolves when it came to hunting larger game. Her ears flicked forward, alert, as she started her walk.
