[pomegranate]

Originally Posted by Blueberry

Dream saw Okhmhaka walk twords him and he perked his ears to show her friendlyness as he awaited what she had to say.

Okhmhaka sat down, her rump meeting the cold snow underneath her. Curling her tail around her forepaws, she sniffed around camp.
“How are you?” She asked politely, glancing towards the other dens. No other wolves seemed to be out just yet. Her den was probably one of the largest, secluded and a quiet little rock tumble overhang sort of den. It was made of granite and just stone, the small rocky jumble nearby looming overhead. Moss that was just starting to turn green again hung like lichen over the edge.
Okhmhaka loved her den. It was warm and cozy, a perfect place to rest.
Turning, she met eyes with Dream, awaiting patiently for the wolves’ response.