She trips over on the way back to her soft hay bed and she sits there and stares out of the den. She mumbles "it's still spring right?" In a low tired tone as she trots over to the bone pile from last nights meal. And no Mystique got it wrong it's actually summer. She scans the bones for the biggest one and she spots it. She stares at it with a dribbling mouth and then she picks up the pig bone and trots over to her hay bed.