
So far, the day was beautiful. It smelled like the marshy waters without all the decay of the swamps. She was really proud of the place her mother chose for this pack. They were a large numbered pack now. Frostpaw couldn't keep up with all the names of the members, but she knew it was only a matter of time before a puppy-boom happened. Spring was upon them and everyone knew puppies were born in the spring. A majority of them anyway.
The brown and white speckled female wandered through the wet grasses, fresh with the morning dew still and stretched out in the sun. It was still chilly, but nowhere near as cold as it had been a few moons ago. It surprised her how fast it warmed up from winter to spring.
The Heir was enjoying her walk when she spotted a flock of tall birds in the waters. White ones, at that. What they were called, she didn't care, they were going to be used at keeping her hunting sharp. Though... in her position she didn't have much need for hunting, but still. Frostpaw didn't want to be one of those princess' that were for show. She wanted to do things with her life. Thus she was down on her belly in the waters, moving slowly and as silently as she could towards this flock of birds.
It was hard to bite back her growl, but she had to. Hopefully nothing scared them away before she got to them.