Sunbeam Lair singulus

The days were long—the nights perhaps moreso. Worry plagued her—for Tamar, for the daughter of Keyni who didn’t flourish as the other pups did. For Reyson, attacked by a lynx, and then the knowledge that should such a thing happen to Epoch, their numbers would likely never handle such an occurrence.

And so she took the responsibility to also scour the lands near their own, to assure herself and others that dangers remain at bay and perhaps get a better handle on what remained so close to them. She fed her knowledge, and in turn, allowed her thoughts and concerned to ebb away.

Mind you, should she have come upon a predator of any form, Meadow was certainly a goner, of that she was certain.

What she did come upon, however, was a lurker in the shadows—the gloom from him emanating enough to give her pause, and careful consideration. A distinct scent she recognized—Mereo, assumedly, as it reminded her of Reyson, the stalwart soldier.

It was only fitting that the other also resembled a solider—a  militant pack through and through, she assumed.