Sun Mote Copse [BWP] There's a method to the madness

Niamh's patrol would resume, as per usual, but with an extra bit of caution directed at the mountainside cross the river. The sound had been faint, distant- but it did remind her of the avalanche which had happened the winter she'd joined the pack. It seemed like so long ago now- and she and CLover had taken advantage of the avalanche and the way it had forced some of the mountain goats to lower territory, and had even killed a few of them. She hoped that this rumbling would mean something along those lines. 

Nevertheless, Elwood seemed somewhat concerned when he approached, and asked her about the sound. She nodded, casually, and gestured with a casual shrug. "Landslide maybe. Not a bad thing- Clover an' I were able to hunt down a few mountain goats last winter when there were avalanches." She said, licking her lips. "Couldn't hurt to fatten us all up a bit before winter," She sighed, a melancholy drone to her voice.