Sorry if I missed anyone's names, but you know who you are. I'll talk to Shaw about when Denali can pop in, but everyone else is pretty much free to come in whenever.
Winter was here, and though Mala's eyes drooped occasionally, she willed herself awake and moving. She had found a den farther south, but truthfully the creature wasn't all too sure how long she'd be able to keep herself confined there. Her body displayed all the signs of hibernation, feeding herself to make her size even more massive than it already was. Presently, her large, shaggy form shuffled about the sandy beach, where snow was still present but the shores licked it clean of the white powder. Malachi wasn't sure why she found herself wandering in this direction, she wasn't very hungry nor was she trying to find any companions.
The scents around the area reminded her of the time she and Denali met, however, and it made her smile and her large heart melt. That place, where someplace nearby a pack dwelt and lived prosperously, were now a place of fond memories of her first encounter with a pup since the creature's banishment from the tribe. Her paws made imprints on the wet sand, though she was careful not to get too close to the water that came in waves on the land. The female trailed on, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths of cool air, wishing for a brief moment that Denali would be there to play.
'But you're a lone wolf,' Mala told herself as she waddled along. 'And you shouldn't be here intruding on pack territory.' Then, as if another voice popped into her head: 'But you know someone here, the pup of the alpha female.' Malachi's mind seemed to be in conflict with itself, as her large head hung low on her neck, the familiar necklace dangling from her fat folds. She stopped at a rock on the sand that looked familiar, her nose wriggling with scents both familiar and foreign, plopping her mass down on the earth and gazing into the horizon, where the beginnings of sunset loomed.
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