Deepwood Weald What's the best mascara to cry in?

@Aries - prolly discussing pack stuff, maybe future babies while marking borders?

The speckled woman came to an abrupt halt and dropped her fresh kill near the cache she had been using for a while to feed their members. They had yet to discuss anything about pack hunts but she was sure everyone except the old ladies that were with them could provide for themselves well. Whenever their claim would become official, she was sure they could arrange a feast. Perhaps even with a ceremony to go with it... She had yet to talk to Damien about her insecurities, about not being one of them, but she planned on bringing it up... sometime... maybe.

Her mismatched eyes scanned the Weald, squinting through the mist she was becoming accustomed to slowly but surely. Tulugak was nestled in the branches high above and had decided to rest there for a while. Whoever would cross her path today?