Moonspear the palace with the malice

She listened on over the silence of the rendezvous, then shook her head softly side to side. "Not exactly," she answered, and certainly had a good guess or two. They weren't stalking her, or here attracted to the scent of fresh meat, so likely with their father, or sisters. She had seen Jarilo further down the mountain, which meant he was probably safe. As for who exactly had them, she didn't know. "With their father, I would bet," she said, sniffing around a bit to smell that he had been here.

For this fleeting mention of her speckled mate, she passed a glance over Gannet; not unaware of their little chat, but not well-versed enough to be bothered by the cold words she would guess he had cut upon the Redhawk--not that she would so swiftly disagree, but maybe, time had allowed her to see more of him, and how well enough he had come be regarded by her offspring.

Anyway, maybe she had just missed them, but she wasn't about to dwell on not seeing them right this instant--although she couldn't quite speak for Gannet. She could delay entertaining her pups for now and plucked her rabbit off the ground to carry it a little deeper into the heart--perhaps by just a handful of lengths, really, but she sought a place to leave it for them to find when they got back. "For later," she rolled her shoulders, and went turning back to the black-footed omega. She waved her tail gently once more. "Busy?" Not yet willing to be too presumptuous, she started slowly for a direction southbound of here.