Northstar Vale beyond the heart city

Epoch had become a quiet haven of sorts, it seemed—Meadow, for the most part, remained at the den site to tend to her young—as a new mother, it would seem she held an affinity for worrying over the four pups, and while she initially balked at being told to take a few hours to herself, her protests had fallen on deaf ears.

And thus, she stood at the borders, amber eyes sweeping over the lands of her home, only now truly noting the glorious shift of warmth in the leaves hues, and left with a realization that she had simply been existing the past few weeks, rather than living.

New mother, indeed.

With the shake of her silver fur, the woman began to trail the length of their home, considering at length the quiet that had befallen them all—and notably, a distraction came in the form of a dark figure, roaming not far from her view—unfamiliar and unassuming.

Tilting a copper-masked face, she watched the other, wondering if she should draw attention to herself, or simply watch and see the direction of their current travels.