Qeya River Autumn winds blow

Amalia had been home for a few days. She had rested and now she was back at it. Body pointed towards the borders. Nose to the ground. She was refreshing and marking as she walked. Making sure that her smell was upon everything that needed it. Because simply put, she didn't want their borders to seem weak. She wanted them strong. Winter made her nervous as it was anyway.

Now add to it the extra mouths and though most of them were able bodied. Amalia just wasn't sure. Reno had made his gang seem a little rougher than most and now most of them were ensconced where her home was. It made the fur on her ruff stand up if she thought too deeply of it. So instead she hunted.

Paws tearing up the ground. Claw marks upon the trees, urine deep in the vales of the pack lands. Now her nose was to the ground on teh scent of a rabbit warren, before they hunkered down for winter.