The Sunspire Get boozy, boozy, boozy

Wraen had returned from her early morning hunt and decided to take a nap not too far away from the communal den, where all the puppies resided now. She was not very sure, if the idea of having all of them live in the same place, was such a good one, but trusted that people, who handled inside pack matters knew, what they were doing. And that she should not meddle much and stick to, what she was best at doing herself. But choosing a napping place so close was her contribution to the defenses. With one ear and eye always half-open to the comings and goings around her she would be ready to spring in action, if it was required. 

An hour or so later, when Wraen had moved to sleep in the shade to avoid the sunlight and had been about to enter the deep sleep phase, a loud "HA!" woke her up. She sighed, opened her eyes and yawning, rolled to her belly to see, who was the trouble-maker. And it turned out to be one of Rannoch's brood, sitting in the clearing, staring at a clump of dirt intently and all in all appearing very smug with herself/himself (Wraen could not tell from the distance, which gender it was). 

She got to her feet and came near to the puppy, first to make sure that it was alright, then to have a sniff at the clump to find out, what was so curious about it.