Bearclaw Valley a songbird and her cage

maybe a @Tvar?

the day was quiet and much of what had transpired thus far had been tedious. nephele had taken to her usual routine of seeking out her girls in the early morning and ensuring they'd eaten recently. she'd try to preen through their fur and bathe them if she could, though more often than not they'd let her have her way for a moment of two before running off to somewhere else.

and so with both daughters clear of her doting, she turned her attention to the errand of hunting. the typical game she sought out was usually small enough for her to carry to a cache on her own, but the trail of a wolverine roaming through had been too tempting not to follow.

and so the mother sought out to chase down the beast, either to dispatch it, or run it from the valley.