Moonspear hunger.

Just as the bear grows fat before hibernation, Tehama had been both hunting for the sake of the pack's caches and hunting to fill her own belly and regain the weight she had lost in travel.  It was becoming evident in the way her cheeks curved roundly instead of at juxtaposing angles, and in the smooth lines of her flanks, no longer given to harsh lines and the hint of bone beneath.  Though the lady was petite and ever would be, too small of frame to ever put on more than the leanest of muscle, she was pleased to look more the gentle and genteel version of herself when she glimpsed her reflection during her morning ablutions.  In fact she felt better than she had since residing on Mount Mirror, as several weeks of stability and growing bonds with both the land and its inhabitants had improved her mental health as much as regular meals and an end to the many miles beneath her paws had helped her bodily health.

Even the insistent and seeping cold did not bother her as much as it might have.  The woman's tawny limbs brought her ever upward and the ground, damp and chill in the lower reaches of Moonspear, grew drier and more frigid beneath her paws.  In her jaws she clutched a vole, just one small creature to deposit in one of the pack's caches.  It was, as much as anything, an excuse to make the climb.  Soon enough ice would make the higher reaches more treacherous to traverse, and Tehama meant to soak in the view while she could.

It was that view of the surrounding valley and the mist-shrouded horizon that captured her attention after she stowed away her snack-sized contribution to their stores.  If she had company, Te didn't yet know it.  She settled back on her haunches to survey the surroundings with silver eyes, simple pleasure stealing over her features.