Swiftcurrent Creek Snacks for launch day binging

With Tiercel tucked safe away in their den, presumably napping (or being a little shit, most likely), Wylla took the opportunity to head out into the territory and reacquaint herself. She sniffed along the common game trails and places where the pack congregated, frowning more deeply with each spot she came upon. The scents were growing stale and the contributors weren't as numerous as they had been. What happened? she wondered with her tail held tense behind her. Where was the pack?

There were still a few fresh scents around: Mahler and Chusi, she noted with displeasure. Rysk's scent was absent and so was Clock's, and Constantine's wasn't as present as it had been, though she could still find traces of him here and there so know he was still around. Durnehviir's was all but gone; Wylla assumed she was busy with her pups, but it was a cause for concern nonetheless. Her own scent wasn't as heavy as she would have liked, with all her time spent with Tiercel, so she set about squatting here and there to re-mark the territory with reminders of her own existence.