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Mhm, she hummed in agreement, glad someone else had the same feelings about border patrol as she.  It was a routine task - not quite mindless in nature, but had the trappings of something one did naturally out of habit - and the ritual of it gave her comfort even when Banner didn't feel totally settled in her life.  Things changed, wolves came and went, but at the end of the day pack life always meant that border patrols were a must.

They all knew the grave possibilities if any of them slacked on these duties.

It must be lovely here in Summer, she commented, eyes getting a far-off look as the pair of wolves walked along their pack's borders.  .. though Winter is quite lovely, she added with a shrug.  Banner's personal favorite area of Easthollow was the Aspen tree-laden forest, which was charming with a light dusting of snow.  Weaving among them tended to be both a game and soothing, depending on her mood.  Have you had any dealings with Ezekiel? she asked then, green eyes peering curiously at the light-coated Mawk.  It was her sincere hope that the father of Valette's children was not rude on split-second assumption to every wolf in this pack, but she didn't know him well enough to make that call herself.