Seaside Moors You laugh and smile at me but you don't see a thing,

Once it was deemed safe for the children to be returned, Chacal- worried for what might have transpired- shadowed her family for some time- straying very little from either of her mothers, and sticking closely with her siblings as much as they would tolerate her nearly tripping over feet and bumping into their flanks when they moved or stopped abruptly. 

So she eventually felt that she ought to give them a bit of a break, and was encouraged to go out and stretch her legs, wandering about the moors and investigating the clumps of sea lavender which had lost their colour since the autumn had come. The moors were still beautiful though, even moreso in the waking hours of dawn- and Chacal's spirits were eased knowing that her mothers were safe, and that they would lead the pack. There was no perceived difference to Chacal, who still felt every bit as cherished now as she had before their ranks had changed, though there seemed to be less tension in the air once the ranks had been settled. 

She was oblivious of most of the theatrics which had taken place- and she didn't mind being out of the loop.

She hummed softly as she walked along, a little bit of a skip to her step. The melody she wove was little more than a fragment, and it repeated itself over, and over, and over again. Every now and again she would finish the phrase, only to draw in a breath and return to her favourite lilt again- and continue to chirrup her little tune like a record skipping back to a favourite groove. 

When she caught sight of her packmate, she slowed and fell silent, as the wolf was at a distance still, but so remarkable against the drab, earthtones of the moors. Quietly, with her large ears tipped forward, she began to stalk the remarkable, tailless female, wondering how close she might be able to get before she was caught.