Moonspear the way with the blade of your melody

Lately, she kept to herself. Hunting small game, fishing, patrol, tired skywatching.. she just wasn't finding the energy to be overly interactive at all times when those were her priorities. That and recent conversation with her speckled mate had pulled her towards other introspective topics when she took the time to consider them -- but she sensed there was no way she'd be readied to bear them young if conditions here did not improve soon so perhaps it was not something to weigh in on right now.

So far today, she'd accomplished very little though. Her efforts had turned up empty-handed and she was forced to pick at an old cache she'd been avoiding. This did little to perk her mood so she eventually returned to wander beside a nearby creek, vaguely hopeful that maybe a small fish would help make her forget about the unpleasant scraps she'd had to rely on.

She pressed on, tracing a pathway that meandered slowly down the mountainside alongside the small waterway. Nothing caught her eye until she noticed large pawprints pressed into the earth. She pricked, moving upon them to flare her nostrils over the indentations. Scents were stale, muddled, but ominous -- even more so after she moved on by several lengths to then notice similar, but smaller tracks..