bone mountain

Two days had passed since the very pregnant alpha female and her mate had taken out scavenging foxes. What was left rotted openly, and Tonravik thought of Pulkuria as she stared at the remnants of the dead creatures. Their small bones could hardly be called a mountain, but it was a work in progress. Among these bones were some bones of prey they had taken down near Tarritut; they created, unwittingly (or, were beginning to), another Pulkuria. She nosed the pile and then stepped away from it.

And began her nights watch.

Tonravik skulked quietly around Tarritut, guarding it near the basin. Her frequent urination was kept to this area, and animals of most every walk kept far from it. The foxes that had thought themselves clever by coming at the hour she was most active had been proven wrong... and the warden waited in her prowl to prove any other lurker that very same lesson.