Blackfoot Forest Learn to love

Each day, the state of her home increased her worry. But it was not the barren trees that worried her, it would always grow back, it was the fact that they were almost to extinction. How it had come to be that way, she had no clue. Sure, the devesation had impacted them all but there had been no reason to loose more than half of their pack. Only Hosannah seemlingly had a reason. After Gotham's death, Amara could not blame the female for not wanting to stick around. Although, she often pondered why she had departed without a word, especially after she had led them to believe she was still supporting the pack. Nevertheless, Amara tried not to let it impact her. Their numbers would increase, she at least had hope.

But for now, she would try her hand at hunting. While she was a formiable tracker, she was not so skilled at the braun. Yet, it seemed unfair that Aaron took up the responsibility for feeding them while she could at least make an effort. She would only travel just outside the territory, and no further to avoid the conflict that seemed to conjure out of thin air, outside the confines of her home. But, the call of another made her more intrigued than possibliy failing a hunt. She loped, almost unheard for her size did not come with much weight. While it seemed a disadvantage, it was her forte. She need not be intimidating, when she had sly skill on her side. 

The small woman greeted the female at the border with a nod of her head, but her stature and scent reeked of power. "What do you seek?" Her tone came kind but firm, a regal poweress that hid the heart of gold underneath. Times had changed her. She had become much more hard headed than before, when she had not a care in the world. Now, she had responsibility and a duty to maintain. That kind of pressure did anything but make her soft. Especially when the threat came not from the outside but within her own borders.