Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

In knowing her mate would not harm their cubs now that she had seen him with them, she let him know she intended to stretch her legs and investigate the land around them some. By day, she stuck to the Spire and investigated some corners of her home... and by night, she moved along the mountain range from above, clean of any scents of home. The alpha female had not been given the time due to her circumstances to investigate all the land around them... and now she took some time to. She avoided Fairspell Meadows by keeping to the mountains, but already a possessive eye had lain upon it, as it had rest upon the Tarns and the Hollow. 

Still. For now, she had plenty of work to do. Knowing the place where she resided seemed important. The alpha female would sooner displace her neighbors than get to know them, but to know they were there was important. Tonravik descended the mountain range; she intended to follow her river until it turned into a creek. The woman crested a hillock, keeping away, now, from the rock of the mountain and keeping to the greenery beyond it to gain a closer vantage point of the pack nearest to them on the West end. A cool breeze ruffled her furs, and Tonravik looked mightily onward. The freedom would be short-lived, for in some short hours she would return home to check on her brood... but it felt good to finally stretch her legs again.