The pale leader stopped in his patrols to look out over the lands that surrounded the territory that now belonged to him and Jynx. There were times it was still hard to believe but he was getting used to the idea. He scented the air and faint hint of winter seemed to be on it, or that was just his imagination. The children were getting bigger and winter was most certainly on the way. It would he the first winter that he and his mate would be leading the pack. To say he was a little worried was an understatement. Winter had been hard on the notch wolves the previous year and he worried if White Fir Notch would make it through another. They had suffered many hardships the past spring and summer, the biggest was losing his son.
Emrys stepped out across the border as he wondered if Hawthorne was enjoying the trip she'd taken with her mother. He worried about the cub but there was nothing he could do, he didn't want the child to be held back or resent him for not letting her go. He did miss her presence in his patrols. Making his way down the the spring he got himself a drink of the cool water before continuing on. Perhaps hunting will make things better but he didn't feel much like it. Searching for herbs, that always helped to make him feel better.
He soon found himself in the place where he had asked Jynx to be his mate, the place would always be special for that. He began to examine the different plants in the area for ones that he could take back. He lowered his head to sniff at a plant that was close to the water as his ears flicked upon hearing the sound of someone drawing closer.