Moonspear tengu caller

The motions were all but mechanized as she made her lap around the mountain's base, her heading set to patrol and not much else. She was keenly alert, keyed in by instinctual, possessive response to guard what was hers, but perhaps not wholly invested with the heart as the hours bled together and her mind began to wander in search of something more mentally engaging.

She lowered her muzzle and sped her slinking gait up a notch. This only moved her faster to the next crossroad, and there she found no direct pull in any given direction. A smattering of scents lie before her and motivations all too hazy yet. She could always patrol more, or wrangle up a hunt to spend pent up energy on. There was the vague notion in which she'd been meaning to sniff out Thistle after noticing the sandy female was keeping quiet lately, but she'd yet to act on it. There were, of course, all of the rest of the pack's individuals (new and old alike) to consider as well. She could probably find some sort of business with each and every one of them if she tried, especially with several of them being her attempting to open their pack to an influx of new blood when they needed it.

Sundown approached. She sniffed thoughtfully at the landscape, skimming a squinting stare towards the path ahead to see who else may be around as she pressed onward over the lower elevations.