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Falcon tilted her head to the side, cradling the hot cup in her gloved hands. She supposed that made sense; she hadn’t enjoyed shoveling snow last winter, before she had her gloves. ”I guess so. My clothes are warm and my drink is warm, so I’m pretty happy. Maybe you should borrow a shovel—I think I saw one behind Old Brassard Church,” she said, gesturing in its direction. Wherever it was, she’d probably need it for her back door at some point.
”Someone’s excited. I wouldn’t mind the help, especially since I try to clear everyone else’s. You wouldn’t happen to be the one clearing the unoccupied houses, would you?” She took another sip of her drink, almost slurping at the end; she was happy she had such a tall cup.
Falcon glanced up at the half-blue sky and wondered how her future snow storage was holding up in the sun. She’d put a call out for empty jars and bottles from her packmates, ones they’d emptied out at some point and hadn’t yet refilled, and she planned on using them to shuffle smaller amounts of broth around the Vale. The hardest part wasn’t going to be making the broth anymore, or getting a heavy pot half-filled with hot liquid to someone’s house; it was going to be finding a way to keep them fresh for more than a day. She was already anxious about leaving the broth unattended, whether in her incomplete hearth or in Old Brassard Church next door, so she definitely couldn't do it for days in a row.
The Elkenfrey knew it wouldn’t be particularly useful when all the snow melted, but it would help feed the pack next winter—and maybe even help into the next spring, if she could dig a root cellar with her packmates before then. It would be an ambitious project, more ambitious than anything she’d ever tried to organize, but a piece of cake for the entire pack. It would give them accessible, long-term storage, and they might even be able to store snow into early spring.
Wally’s voice dragged her out of her thoughts, her mind having wandered back to work again; she wished it would stop doing that. ”I’m… Not sure, really. I usually just wander around Winterwynd until I have a list of jobs to do,” Falcon said, shrugging. ”I’ve been patrolling a lot, too. I found an abandoned camp in a clearing past the northern border—I might go looking for others, see if I can track down whoever made it.” The camp had been too old and picked through for her to recognize any scents, but it was close enough to make her worry.
”Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?” Falcon asked, pressing her warm cup to her cold cheek. The sun was out, but it was still so cold. Maybe Wally had seen something strange and brushed it off. ”I… Don’t like it. It makes me worry.” Falcon wasn’t afraid to be honest with the boy; she didn’t know what this meant, but it wasn’t good.
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