Moonspear with one's fate

The mountainside was streaked in wolf scents of her comrades. She was not used to a pack so numerous in individuals, but it was good -- inspiring, even. She felt alive and eager in her duties, not trapped in a cycle of monotony and mere obligation. Instead she wanted it. To protect, to prosper, and to lead something great to a mark on the history of the Teekon.  But that was thinking awfully far ahead still. For the present, she had borderlands to see to, so headed that way to fulfill the need.

With her muzzle high, she breathed deep. The late-afternoon was mild almost to the point of warm but still cloudy. It was fine by her; she did hope for an easy winter, and with a thought like that she peered skyward. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully. Last year had been good but the year before, not so much. Was it a cycle bound to repeat itself? Or was the bad winter an abnormality?

This naturally steered her thoughts towards the status of their stockpiles, and how much a full pack would need in preparation. Then this brought up gamekeepers, and who would be interested, and then how many pack hunts they could cram before the snows got too deep to make prey more difficult to find. With this in mind, she huffed, and generously marked a small landmark, before scratching her paws and lurking on down the path that curved the mountain's base.