Moonspear gleaning gleaming

As the afternoon sun rose to its height, with it went the humidity. First pleasantly so--she liked it kind of damp sometimes anyway, and before the warmth of the day really set in, it was nice. She worked easily through an early patrol and a short hunt.. but that mildness was passed by quickly, straight into the turf of muggy unpleasantness that sent her back towards the den to wait for sunset to hopefully bring a reprieve.

She lurked up the shadiest path she knew until the last bend for her pups' homebase approached. Now this close, she slowed up and prowled more carefully, eyes peeled. The brood exercised increasing freedom, and despite all the hell of the recent few weeks, she wanted to encourage them for more always.. and soon, she'd gladly unleash them on the rendezvous site to really spread their wings towards independence. But today wasn't the day for it, and neither was she going to rush that; they seemed to do well here as it was, and they were safer than anywhere else (as far as she was concerned).. although the coming date was on her mind a lot lately.

She closed in the rest of the way and was so far, greeted with silence. Overhead, through a split in the foliage, she noticed clouds beginning to move in--and quickly.