Finally, finally, Hidden Away was starting to feel at home. Her time in The Swiftfell had been nothing but pleasant - the pack was full of wolves that were quite pure of heart - but with her struggle to overcome her brutal past, she had been on high alert. Injured and afraid, it took a lot of courage for her to seek refuge in a pack. Beyond that, she had never actually had a job before - other than attempting to grow some pups in her womb - which she definitely struggled with, at first. There was an art to asking for help, and she had begun to learn it over the past few moons. Thankfully, it seemed (almost) everyone in the pack was eager to assist in any way that made her life easier, and she was ever grateful for that.
It was early afternoon when Hidden Away ventured out of her den. She placed her paws in front of her and leaned back, deep onto her haunches in a long, luxurious stretch. "Ahhh," she nearly groaned, enjoying the feel of her muscles getting use after so much time spent resting in her abode. Her left shoulder in particular was bothering her - the large and angry scar across it betraying that fact - but overall, she was happy, healthy, and safe. All she'd ever wanted (well, mostly).
As various members of the pack began their days, Hidden Away glanced about for a friendly face to speak with. None of the caretakers seemed to be around, so she instead decided to pad her way over to a small stream that ran through their territory for a nice, long drink. Once there, she steeled herself and dipped her muzzle in the freezing cold water, slowly bringing the water into her body. So focused on the task at hand, she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings while she continued replenishing her body.
It was early afternoon when Hidden Away ventured out of her den. She placed her paws in front of her and leaned back, deep onto her haunches in a long, luxurious stretch. "Ahhh," she nearly groaned, enjoying the feel of her muscles getting use after so much time spent resting in her abode. Her left shoulder in particular was bothering her - the large and angry scar across it betraying that fact - but overall, she was happy, healthy, and safe. All she'd ever wanted (well, mostly).
As various members of the pack began their days, Hidden Away glanced about for a friendly face to speak with. None of the caretakers seemed to be around, so she instead decided to pad her way over to a small stream that ran through their territory for a nice, long drink. Once there, she steeled herself and dipped her muzzle in the freezing cold water, slowly bringing the water into her body. So focused on the task at hand, she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings while she continued replenishing her body.