Heron Lake Plateau Staring at the great wide open

Raven had taken a break from the pups, leaving them all asleep under the watchful eye of @Niamh, and was just returning from a patrol near the northern boundary of their lands. Her presence on the borders didn't seem to be needed, as it was very well-marked and maintained by the rest of her packmates. She sometimes felt like she was slacking her duties and doing a disservice to her pack by being den-bound with the pups so much, but seeing how well-protected their borders were in her absence restored her confidence.

She walked along the edge of the lake now, the cool water lapping at her toes and the breeze ruffling her sable fur. It was an unusually nice day, warm without being hot, and Raven once again found herself overwhelmed with gratitude for all that she had. It wasn't long before a silvery form came into view some distance ahead, and within a few minutes, she realized it was Colt. He was staring hard at a heron that had just flown away, and the look of consternation on his face told her that he'd been foiled by the bird. As she drew near, she grinned and waved her tail in greeting, and said, "Looks like you and Qui have about the same luck with birds."