Moonspear like it is

Despite the rainy recent days, she took any of her opportunities to get out of the den more greedily now. Whenever she could, she encouraged the puppies to spend time outside with her too. They were growing fast and she liked to spend their energy on more productive matters, and letting them learn a tiny piece of the mountain was often a good place to start just that. Plus, autumn was markedly upon them, and it was hard not to be impatient about getting out with her truthfully wanting to settle into a rendezvous site sooner rather than later.

In between showers, and sometime late in the afternoon, she settled several meters away from the den's doorstep with the last scraps of a rabbit at her paws -- freshly picked-over and leaving her a little dismayed with how little remained. But she accepted with a sigh, hoping soon to rally enough wolves to bring in more larger prey. She itched for the hunt proper and in full.

Nevertheless, her ears were pricked and swiveling eagerly, both forward and back while she weighed what her next move could be. She was usually not alone for very long in one way or another and until then, her sights swung upward. The clouds were vaguely darkening again already.