Bearclaw Valley is it okay to cry, sometimes?

she had been laying in wait, hidden in the fog.  nestled up against her boulder she had watched the interaction silently and without movement.

mostly, she had been watching.  she had almost come behind the redleaf girl and chased the boy from their land — they had no room for dispersal wolves who paid no heed to borders.

but the interaction had shifted, and it was possibly for the better.  in her gravid state, she imagined she was not in any shape to be killing intruders.

she stood, her tail carriage high and her ears pressed forward as she briskly closed the distance between them, placing herself between her packmate and the stranger.  she did not otherwise posture aggressively, and she paid little mind to indra and if her posturing changed.  to reigi, all her alpha status changed was how she could carry her own self and she did not give worry to what others did with their time.

hallo, she rumbled, casting a glance back at her packmate.  she wondered why indra had not called yet for leadership — had she known reigi lay in wait beside her boulder, or had she chosen to take matters into her own paws?

it scarcely mattered.  her presence demanded answers, and they had better come fast.  the world was not kind to dispersal wolves this time of year, especially when two of bearclaw's women were heavily pregnant.