Ouroboros Spine those who call me home

Backdated to April 13th. Open to anyone but special mention for @Kukutux in particular.

The Tundrian had decided she had taken enough time to settle back in at Moonglow. Those days she spent retracing the familiar terrain, following the lines of the mountain peaks that encased her home. Visited favorite old lookout posts or spots where she had lain in ambush to catch prey. The old memories were still there, and they warmed her spirit. But those paled in comparison to the new ones she was yet to make.

Many new scents belonging to wolves not present during her time at the Spine now littered the heart of the village. A handful, she instinctually knew by scent, were young pups. Children of the Moonwoman and even First Hunter Shikoba. She did not draw near the ulaqs yet. When she did pass by, it was from a safe distance, more so to assure the children that her presence was non hostile.

Her mind was busy recently, with many a thought. She was feeling more emotional (and not necessarily in a negative sense) than usual. It was with a quiet thoughtfulness about her, but with no less liveliness in her jade eyes, that she carried all that was left of her lunch; a beaver's tail, on her daily walk by. She would offer it up to the mothers, if their paths crossed this day.