Larksong Grotto Mouthful of rabbits

With the territory officially claimed, Tavi expected things to be different. Different how, she wasn't sure - but, different. Maybe she expected a dearth of Phoenix wolves to arrive on their southern doorstep, ready to chase them all out. Or perhaps the Dragons to the east would bare down upon them, except that seemed more unlikely the more the woman thought about it. For the first day or so, nothing really happened. Life went on. She slept, she ate, she pissed, and slept some more — and then, growing restless, the new Alpha decided to wander the territory for the upteenth time.

In this venture she was rewarded. Tavi had grown accustomed to a few of the natural paths and inclines found within the rocky-strewn territory, so her travel was quicker than before; she hiked up a ridge and down another, sequestering herself for an hour or so among a stand of pines, and was settling in for a brief rest when she heard the odd sounds. They were like squeals, but... Very high pitched. Perhaps it was a new kind of bird? The grotto was full of songbirds, and even plump things like ducks, geese, and pheasant — so the woman abandoned the trees to seek out the source of the noise.

It wasn't birds, but something terrestrial. As she came out from the dense woodland, Tavi noticed the figure of a wolf with their face half-buried in the dirt. Her first instinct was Reek, because who else was that muddy and dark? Nobody she'd ever met. Upon approaching, Tavi noticed the difference in scent and halted, standing still behind the stranger. They held Reek's scent, but only as a mask. This must of been one of the wolves he had accepted while she recovered.

Clearing her throat, Tavi tried to adjust her posture to look more commanding before the stranger could notice her slight awkwardness, and did her best impersonation of a stern leader-type: Hard at work, I see. Uh -- ok, grumpy foreman works too.