Moonspear some to dust and some to gold

A new day dawned and a bit uncharacteristic to her normal, she arose just before the sunrise finished. Now that the dust had begun to settle regarding the chaotic recent events, she was working herself back down to a far more appeased state of mind. Rounding her borders should help, she guessed, but judging by the warmth of the morning already, there would only be a few hours during which she could work comfortably. 

She wasted no more time and set out with determination on her heels. When she reached the borders, she marked them generously -- because she may as well make use of one of her more annoying side-effects of pregnancy. Her claim, her mountain, her rules, and thus, her comfort ensured above all else. This would be clear, crystal clear, from here on out. There was going to be no room to question it, otherwise she'd get to put her teeth to work yet again and without a single shred of hesitation. This was not to say she wanted it to be that way, but if it was, she'd smother it quickly.

Her patrol continued on at a good pace for a while, and thankfully all seemed well here underfoot. No trace of the duo of wolves they had chased off, no hide or hair of Lazarus, no other disturbances. Nothing. Peace and quiet, finally.

She found a patch of shade and decided to rest and recharge a bit. The heat wore her down quickly, lately, so she reclined on her side to pant it out until she felt like moving again. Meanwhile, her stare was hawkish. Even from her shaded spot, she was ever watchful.