Her path circled around the abandoned bear den but he shrugged off the fact. He had probably missed her by merely half an hour, and she, too was probably, just checking up on the den. Sniffing at the air he glanced towards the sea of cedars all around him. The empty nook at the base of a gnarled tree had last been filled with a hare a few weeks ago, but whoever had made a meal of it did not leave anything to spare. With one last look about his surroundings he set off again towards the Thicket in hopes of actually finding something to present to Jayse.</blockquote>
Her path circled around the abandoned bear den but he shrugged off the fact. He had probably missed her by merely half an hour, and she, too was probably, just checking up on the den. Sniffing at the air he glanced towards the sea of cedars all around him. The empty nook at the base of a gnarled tree had last been filled with a hare a few weeks ago, but whoever had made a meal of it did not leave anything to spare. With one last look about his surroundings he set off again towards the Thicket in hopes of actually finding something to present to Jayse.</blockquote>
She was unaware of much beyond her sight, lost in her thoughts, and she was walking the same trail to the den, she usually did she could have walked it blind. Then she noted there was something teasing her nostrils, a hare, and close enough to be catching her attention. She quietly lowered her body, following it toward some bracken. She had a hard time trying to see it, where it might be.She spotted it's tail, and made an effort to snap at it where she could reach. </blockquote>
Seeing no one, Vlarindara carried her bone about two feet from her bed and slowly lowered herself down to her belly, the sun-bleached item held securely between her paws. Powerful jaws began gnawing on the end of the bone - an end that was already scored and marked from her teeth, ears having lowered to rest against her skull as her single working eye canvassed the area around her. She wasn't sure what she'd do if someone from the Hollow came around - so far, she'd been lucky and had avoided altercations with most of the wolves, although, she knew she'd have to truly take on her pack role in ernest soon. Once she healed enough that she felt a 'good beating' wasn't going to kill her.
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The Hollow patriarch had had a trying day. After several attempts of searching for an aging buck, he had turned up with nothing. The old, antlered thing would probably not even last the winter anyway; all Borden had to do was be patient. He was determined to keep the pack and his family well-fed and though the buck would generously provide meals for Jaysyek and the four Lyalls they were currently raising, they had no want for anything. Borden was sure of it.
Realizing the hour he swiveled his ears forward as his footfalls drew closer to the old bear den. The cubs wouldn't be in bed yet, he was certain, and somewhere he knew Jaysyek was probably out and about trying to get Taima and her brothers back to the den. He smiled to himself and, after peering down into the den just to be sure no one had already settled down for the evening, lowered his nose to the ground. Picking up on one of his sons' trails, he opted to follow it. The least he could do is help his beloved get the youngsters to bed.
With a steady pace he strode through the dying grasses until the underground burrow was well out of sight.</blockquote>
It was with the fading sun he let out a sigh, disgruntled by the red light that washed through the forest. This was always the time they would usher them together, collect them in their pen. The den he could not hate, it kept him warm, and made him feel safe with sleeping eyes. He hated how he was suppose to stay there, wait to leave by Borden or Jayse's voice. It was the one place he knew without thinking to much about where the walls were marked and he hated that too. A snap of his teeth he continued to hit at the grass seeds above his head with his overgrown paws. He was staring at the sky on his back, waiting for his parents to make him return. Renier Lyall was a stubborn child, his mother had told him so.
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There his prey was, batting at a grass seed. If he timed it right, he may actually manage to pin his brother for once, and land a good nip or two before racing away. Surely they were old enough now that the setting of the sun couldn’t wait a while before they were ushered to bed? There was still so much to see and sniff and roll in before this young man would be ready to sleep…
He pounced.</blockquote>
Annoyed and agitated the boy mistakenly let his guard down, continuing to bat at the drooping plant. It was too late when he heard a sound to move, because he was suddenly crushed under the mound of white. With an unpleasant bark, he tried to tuck his hind paws beneath him so he could push at Ryvet's guts. He would have to get off.</blockquote>
If only she could concentrate! Growling softly at nobody in particular, she set her leg down again and frowned at it, disappointed. The irritation was faint for a moment, and then back again, but she barely had the willpower to continue the fruitless endeavour. With an exhausted sigh, she flopped down into the flakey snow just outside of the main den, and tried to ignore the infernal tickle.</blockquote>
The tawny giant that was Angier Lyall slinked through the forest until his paws came to rest beside the knoll where the wolves of the Grizzly Hollow made their home. The den seemed to be empty and he wondered if he ought to scour the Cedarwood and make sure his four nephews and nieces all returned safely to the heart of their territory. Cautiously, he craned his head downward to peer into the main tunnel. The slight wind that traveled through from the back entrance assured him with a biting chill that it was, at present, unoccupied. Surveying his surroundings he sighed, stepping around the place where Borden usually slept.He reclined onto his stomach, resting his chin atop his left wrist. The caches that he had found to be empty had been refilled and within a matter of hours another day had yet to end.
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Taima Lyall had been taken; Angier was absolutely sure of it. The girl was smart and, though she was sometimes quick to anger, he had to give it to her that she often had her head right where it needed to be. Having been given orders to stay within his brother's territory, the tawny Lyall obediently heeded Borden's words. Instead of marching about on the edges of Borden and Jaysyek's markers, he vigilantly kept watch over the den where he assumed Calla and Ryvet were sound asleep.
Checking to make sure no one had trespassed around the area, the large subordinate strode from the front tunnel to the back and around again. Golden eyes combed through the trees as ivory-lined ears swiveled to and fro. No one else was around it seemed, but until then, after he settled onto his stomach in Borden's usual resting place, Angier Lyall was...
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