Blacktail Deer Plateau Cedar Waxwings in flight

She heard her mother call to her with a bark, though having not been paying attention, the green-eyed sprite was startled. She'd just come back from a trip up to the Keep to grab one of the pelts she'd been particularly fond of, to use it as bedding for her own little spot in the pack's cavern. She'd dropped it off, and had then gone to check on the border markings, only to discover that she wasn't the only one who had that thought. 

The children were likely with their father, or perhaps Vaettir or Greyfalcon, she thought. She smiled at the idea; it was nice, having them all get integrated together as a family. 

She moved to join her mother on patrol, reinforcing the markings which at the moment were still somewhat sparse and weak. She'd had a good drink down at the river, but even that wouldn't be enough to mark all along the borders, so she often stopped to rub her muzzle against trees, and scratch her pawpads against the ground.