Dead of night, the sky is clear. 0F. Open for one or two.
Joining a pack was a big, damn mistake. She'd been there…what? Not even a full moon yet. Her belly was full more often than not, and that was a weird change - ate herself sick early on, scuttled far and away so no one would notice her stupidity - and now the local water sources had frozen over. For shit's sake, Morganna had planted her oversized family on the shores of a friggin' lagoon, and it froze over.
The winter was cursed, plain and simple.
Or maybe that was 'cos Morganna had let the bone picker into her home.
Well, whatever the stupid cause, Crow had to travel some ways for fresh water - and then she travelled further, because standing still wasn't her thing. And she didn't want to get fat and lazy. A girl never knew when she was gonna need to cut her losses and run on to the next disaster. And Namir would be ready.
But maybe not today.
Travelling the Creekside proved to be dangerous in the dark, cold night; the wolf went down with a woof and a splash, hissing as the cold water roared up to meet her.