The Alpha's den. Rachias had only just recently begun to understand that this was her father's pack, just like Inferni had been her mothers. She's always felt special cuddled up in the back of the coyote Queen's den, snuggled up with her family. A Princess she had been and now a Princess she was once more. Stretching her small body, the tan and cream colored hybrid suddenly appeared from out of the entrance of the den, muzzle opened in a wide yawn and suddenly snapping shut with a click. It wasn't unusual for the four month old to be up and out of the den early in the morning, sometimes even before the sun had risen fully, and thus there was no hesitation as she stepped her way away from the entrance and out into the open. As always, it was relatively quiet, not a sign of a single soul around. Hell, she hadn't even met anyone else from her father's pack yet and she'd been there for a good little while. Shrugging that thought away, she started off toward the lake. The snow was coming down slowly in the cold morning air, forming a soft blanket of powder over the deeper snow that had already settled from the week previous. It was an odd feeling, really, with the white substance crunching up beneath the pads of her paws and the way that it made everything around her look. That was the whole reason she was heading toward the lake. It had been wonderful the first time her father had shown her and now, with all this snow, it was surely to be magnificent. |