Cortinarri

Thankful that Risen and the others had not pestered her since she handed over the two sons of Aidan's, Cortinarri had kept quite and to herself. The winter was a bit harsh on the crippled female, but thanks to Namir, she managed to keep well-fed. Although she was beginning to delve into her older years, the sly-minded and witty Cortinarri wasn't about to let that get her down. Her hind leg may not be as capable as it once was, but the rest of her felt as strong as ever now that the seaons had changed and warmed up.

Nose to the ground, the wolfess padded through the boggy terrain with the slightest limp marring her otherwise graceful form. Cinnamon-tinged ears swiveled and perked at every noise, and her dark amber eyes shot to the slightest movements around her. She was on the hunt.