Golden Glade Let's not Shit Ourselves

Since their victory over the former Glade owners, Moonbrook had busied herself with clearing out old caches, scentmarking various locations, and scouting out the territory. Their little band now owned the woodland, but they still had a lot of work to do—she really hated repetitive work but for Reek and Jhala she'd do anything. She was not an elusive creature by nature, but she hadn't seen much of the family since their journey. She would check in occasionally but otherwise she slept, woke, worked, and slept. 

A summons broke the quiet and she jerked her head up from the hovel she was investigating to stare up at the sky, ears cupped to the sound. Reek! The little she-wolf broke into a run, tail waving behind her like a banner as she bounded over the deer trail towards the borders. She soon spotted the swarthy Alpha between the gaps in the trees, and ducked under some low-hanging branches to emerge, panting, a few yards away. Her tail wagged furiously and she ducked her head low, seeking approval for her submission. In his mouth he clutched a bone, and she eyed it with open curiosity.