Dragoncrest Cliffs we were children of beasts

@Kiwi!

Thuringwethil is gone early in the morning from the den, leaving Wildfire slumbering or tending to the puppies for a chunk of the morning as usual. She tends to the borders and checks in on those still recovering from the bear, but for the most part her days continue as usual. The sun is mostly hidden as clouds cover the sky, leaving the day relatively cool as the ocean air rolls in over and over.

As she returns to the whelping den—something she realizes they’ve started to outgrow—a hare dangles from her mouth. A break in the trees illuminates through the clouds, draping the tree trunk in mid-morning light. Thuringwethil drops the kill near the mouth, lowering to an open patch of grass out front to see whom she can lure out.