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The snow was shockingly pleasant to the usually-grumping shewolf. It tended to be busy with the stubborn and the stupid, true, with plenty of wolves with paws cut from the ice, who’d stubbornly stuck out through the cold, dark night and then wondered why none of their food would stay down and why their noses ran runny- the worst were the ones whose pups found friends in spirits, frolicked too long with the withering wisps of the snow, and fell still and silent in the night…. Some of those, she still saved.

There were too many she didn’t.

Yet, there was the good of the season, as well- she found herself rather appreciative of the glittering of the snow, how the ice shined blue and silver. The spirits certainly dressed the swamp in her finest during the colder months, with everything still and silent in the territory when she ventured out alone to search for the tools of her trade. Too many preferred to remain close to home when not working to make the territory anything but quiet and peaceful- something that, after rearing a litter of her own pups, she found a deep appreciation for.

It certainly made trips into the swamp to replenish her herb stock rather pleasant, despite the cold that came from being ears-deep in a bank of snow, scraping along the hard, frozen ground for her prize- the roots of the comfrey that had grown along these banks throughout the year, now dead and gone… But their roots remained, and a nose as practiced at sniffing out herbs as hers was, was sure to get her there, if she had the patience for chipping through the hard ground. She was almost certain she’d found it, until a tell-tale crack rang through the quiet of the swamp, Queenie’s head darting up and out from the snow bank she was stuffed into in time to see some silly little wolf skipping away from the splashing hole.

”HEY,” she barked with a practiced command, lips drawn over her teeth as she bounded over the snow bank, task forgotten as she paced the line where she knew the safe and solid ground to be, ”You get your tail over here, newcomer, before I have to drag you out of the swamp myself,” It was a commanding bark that left no room for argument that no doubt quite a few in the pack had been on the recieving end of when acting particularly stubborn or foolish- Queenie had no care for niceties at the moment, simply the rather significant problem she’d have on her paws if the silly thing actually fell into the water next time it cracked.