Bearclaw Valley The joke's on you

The days grew long- longer for her, as her days extended into restless night. Walking was her only escape, and so she paced near the borders rather than sitting atop the sentry stone as she often had. Every time she took a break, the youngsters seemed to be prompted to lash out and beat at her insides until she moved again. 

She was very ready to hand them their eviction notice.

She caught a familiar scent on the air and made her way toward it. A wolf who had had some promise- but who had ditched them without much explanation. Ameline was surprised to see the man in their area again, and regarded him with calm skepticism, clearing her throat in hopes of receiving some form of explanation.