Blacktail Deer Plateau Cedar Waxwings in flight

Leaving the children behind got easier and easier, now that they had a cavern for the kids to play in while they were being supervised. With a great, broad meadow stretching across their territory, she had a good line of sight, and knew that at least half of their claim was protected by the stone wall that rose up into the mountains. One flank was a steep hill, rocky and sandy, that would lead abruptly down to the river- another form of protection. Where they'd used altitude and a desolate landscape as their helm before, this one was protected by nature but would still supply them with a bounty. 

She spotted her daughter, and called her to join her on a patrol, with a thought on her mind. "In the Springtime, you will be two years old, Thyra," She said. "Have you any thoughts of having children next year?" She asked, casually.