Sun Mote Copse Jabberjay

@Eljay 

In the past few days Wraen had scouted areas that surrounded the copse, following tracks of the big game, which had grown scarce lately. Rutting season usually took place around this time and filled the forests with the pungent smell of the deer cows in heat and the sound of the roars and fights of the bulls. Now the forests - save for few birds and small game - were unusually quiet and deserted. Now and then she would stumble upon fresh paths or see a lone animal fleeing in the distance, but on the whole things did not look positive at all. 

This was not good at all. Kids were nearly adults now, their appetites had grown as well and, when they should have been learning the craft of group hunting, the source had been removed. She had refrained for making the copse wolves move from their home, when the first tremors had begun to shake the Earth. Now she wondered, if she should have taken an early warning and ran with the herds. They were not the most intelligent sticks in the drawer, but they had a good knack of sensing danger miles of. They did not like to take any chances and Wraen wished that she should have done the same.

Concerned and deep in thought she had returned to the copse and after making sure that all was well with the family, she sought out a place to contemplate matters in solitude.