Swiftcurrent Creek for what it's worth

early morning finds her on the borders, pausing now and again as she marks them. it has been a long while since she's patrolled, and not just because of the birth of her children. her time as Morningside's leader had seen her at the edges of the territory daily, and there was familiarity in her silence patrol. she exhaled, embracing the slight chill - it was one of the first crisp mornings that signaled that summer was not immortal. to her, a relief - the hunting was easier in the winter, even if less small prey was available. 

it was only a matter of following the prey - this ought to be the time to discuss a move, to send out their scouts. but she was aware that most packs remained settled, and in some ways, it was easier to do so. perhaps she'd bring it up with Kavik. but for now, she left behind her brief reverie and continued along the borderline.