Cloudy with rain showers. Noon.
From a cloudy gray sky, rain cascaded down. Each water droplet moistened the earth and the leaves of trees and bushes alike. The rain was a steady beat, neither torrential nor a sprinkling of water. Considering it was the middle of summer, this passing shower was most welcomed. Jynx found it to be refreshing...a cooling relief from the every day heat of the season. She would not be found holed up in her den, or sheltered by one of the many fir trees. Instead, she was enjoying herself. Content to let the cooling water soak through her fur, chilling her skin pleasantly.
With her pups older now and able to be left alone for only short periods of time, she had slowly begun resuming her normal routine. Straying from the den, weaving through the territory and checking up on each of her subordinates. Borders she attended to as well, but with Emrys on hand, the task was easily split between the two leaders. With prey plentiful at this time of year, and the pups developing a taste for meat, she was getting back in the routine of her usual solitary hunting trips. She went after small game, such as rabbits, mice, voles and the occasional fish. Each successful hunt was followed by her immediate return to the den with the catch gripped in her jaws, accompanied with encouraging words for her children. Winter had been hard on the pack, and there was no telling if the next one would be any different. She wanted them to grow up strong.Just because Jynx had two pups of her own to look after, didn't mean that the jet black female belonging to Sylva, was overlooked. At first, she had been skeptical of how the lowest ranking member of the pack would fare, raising a child. Given her track record, Jynx had more than enough reason to question Sylva's credibility. Though still very much distrusting of the healer, she did not avoid her completely. In fact, she checked in on the mother daughter duo when time allowed for it. Her air around Sylva was still stern, but by no means cold. It would be some time before Hawthorne would be ready to understand why her own mother was at the bottom of the pecking order. Now that Eylan and Arwyn were older, she could afford to seek out the Riverflow pup for some catching up on their relationship. Having already passed by the den today, and seen no one home, Jynx assumed that they were out playing or exploring. Contently, the russet tinted agouti laid amidst the dampened grass, just inches from the bank of the stream that cut through their territory. Her black tipped tail flicked lazily, slowly back and forth, while her summer coat had taken on a slightly disheveled look from the rain. Clearly enjoying herself and the refreshing weather, her eyes were set on the current of the water before her. Searching...watching intently for any signs of migrating fish. She was not in hunting mode; simply watchful, and her thoughts and concerns of the past and future, were laid aside for the moment.