Jill's never really seen the house without snow. As the weather warms and the snow melts away, she can truly appreciate the yard for the first time. Or, really, appreciate the idea of the yard. The less snow, the more evident what months of a wolf having free reign has done.

(And maybe one of the neighbors knocked on the door and asked about the smell that came over the fence as the sun warmed the yard.)

So, Jill is trailing behind Clive with an open bag to collect the wolf shit left ignored for months. It's not an entirely easy task, as Torgal had done some rather impressive burrowing in the snow, managing to dig through frozen ground. There's an alarming amount of bones scattered throughout the yard, hidden by said hound, only to be lost in the next snowfall. It's a mess. But they're making progress, together.

"We'll do better next winter," Jill promises.