Bramblepoint Like A Bear From Slumber

She couldn't help it when her mind wandered to the coast. Was her mate's reunion with his family going well? Was Phox still roaming the seaboard, ever searching for Niamh and the kids? They would be about the same age as her own, who had never met their "Phother." Despite largely coming to terms with her losses, that thought still stung.

Evidently her paws had wandered too. She came to a stop in the woods a little north of the caldera and glanced over her shoulder. Towhee should turn back, though why not meander a bit first? Shaking off those dreadful thoughts, she tried to shift her mental focus to... her grandchildren. They were more precisely Phox's grandchildren but she was happy to step up to the plate.

Maybe she should start with some fresh game for her pregnant daughter. Towhee still didn't fancy herself a hunter, though she'd polished up her skills a bit this year. Dropping her nose, she began to scent along the forest floor.