Moonspear say a few words to the winds

At the height of the afternoon, somewhere at the tail end of her patrol of he borderlands, she surveyed up the slopes to her frost-coated domain with a frown. Winter had finally moved upon them in full, then proceeded to make itself quite comfortable. There was little denying this with all the recent, gray, cold, snow-flurried days that seemed to get more frigid by the next -- and truth be told, she wouldn't be surprised to find it snowing more later, even if it didn't manage to accumulate. She was less than impressed by this, naturally, as a wolf who's litter hadn't even seen four months just yet. But as it stood, they were poised to at least greet the challenge in good standing and condition alike.

She wanted to distract from a growing restlessness that had her wanting to range beyond the mountain, to hunt and scour the resources of lands beyond just her own. But, the need to protect the growing girls kept her undeniably tethered still -- and a fairly effective counterbalance to all her other wants as the days grew shorter and winter pressed back. Soon, and above all else, she wanted to introduce even more to her daughters. Perhaps range with them, even if only short distances. She wished to show them the hunt's full majesty, the valleys rolling below them, the waterways snaking the flatlands, the upper echelons of the mountain as well -- just to start. So, so very much, and yet she had to be patient. They'd let her know when it was time and maybe it was coming closer than she realized, so long as the weather held well enough..

Her heavy sigh billowed thick on the frigid air as she finally began to hike upward, away from the borderlands to see who she could rally up. If all paths ran cold, she knew that at least one of her daughters would come to her call if she asked (as it was far too easy for her thoughts to always default to them). She'd keep her odds open for now, and stalked on.