Overture Downs We operate under

The world had gone gloomy this past day or so.  Arbiter didn't mind -- too much, at least.  She wasn't afraid of a little rain, but she still had duties to do.  In a break in the storm in the dusk hours, she wandered from the territory.  They still needed new members so she still would do her best to try to recruit. It would be a few months before the pups were big enough to hunt as adults (even as oversized as they likely were to be in comparison to some of their peers) so a few more able bodied souls would certainly take the pressure off.

The Downs also allowed for her to scope out a reasonable amount of land at a time.  Arbiter moved up to the crest of a the largest hill in the area, a whitish blot against a dim grey sky, and scanned the horizon around her for signs of something or someone to investigate.  If she didn't return with a new member, at least she could go back with something to feed her family.