It would only be a matter of weeks now before the puppies were born, meaning more mouths to feed as time progressed. That, coupled with the chance of coyote's coming in and eating everything they've currently had stored in the dead of night left Macha feeling uneasy. Was hunting her favorite activity? Hells no! After all, who enjoyed taking the life of a small, defenseless creature? However she was still able to complete the task, and with that why wouldn't she? Especially in a time like this.

She'd been at the edge of cedarwood forest all afternoon hunting small animals that she'd easily be able to take back with her (even willing to make a few trips if she'd managed to be that successful), for the most part just squirrels, maybe a couple of mice now? But nevertheless she was trying. It wouldn't take too long before the delicious scent of hare filled her nostrils, and she was quick to try and scope out the small animal. Though once she finally did...

"Whu--?" The fae questioned, maw stuffed with the limp body of a lifeless hare. There seemed to be a ruckus nearby, somewhere-- Oh no. Rushing back toward her pile of corpses, the young witch was quick to notice a hawk of all things rummaging through her stash. "G-Get!!" She shouted, dropping the rabbit in a panic. Though it was too late, once the bird of prey took notice of her existence, it quickly latched onto two of the squirrels and made off. "What the hell, man?! What did I ever do to you?!" She screamed, though her rage-filled efforts meant little to nothing to the hungry bird.

'Shit!' The young Archer panicked, temporarily caught between keeping her eyes on that dumb bird or turning her attention toward her alpha. Of course the latter made more sense, she couldn't picture Celandine being too amused with being ignored for what would look to an outsider like simple sky-gazing.

"Celandine!" She smiled, shifting her body to face the snow-white queen. "What brings you out here? Are you alright?" A worried expression filled the witches face as she gazed at her alpha's life-bearing belly. Perhaps the female was feeling nauseous and needed a medic? A common symptom to feel during pregnancy, really, and luckily an easy one to fix.

"Oh.." Macha responded, a bit confused by what the leader had meant exactly. Was the young Archer giving off the impression that she wasn't fine? Was Celandine perhaps an empath who could read the witches stress levels clear as day? Or maybe pregnancy just had her emotions all tangled, leaving her with a slight sense of paranoia thinking nothing could possibly be okay. There were endless observations, but before the fae could clarify that everything was indeed okeedokee on her end, Morganna's voice cut through the air. Almost immediately after that, the unmistakable song of coyote's rang through her ears. She listened to the two leaders communicate, and nodded in agreement that getting out of here was probably their best bet. "Me neither.."

Macha listened to Morg's words, nodding in agreement. It would definitely be best to travel in pairs for the time being. Though there would be no trouble with that on her end, she'd usually been accompanied by Noemie in her travels regardless, and on the off chance Noe was too busy, she always had someone else. Hell, the Archer actually couldn't remember the last time she'd been alone. The witch couldn't help but let out a bit of a smile as the other alpha spoke. Normally hunting was somewhat of a touchy topic for the girl, as she didn't like to take life if it could be avoided. However the coyote's had definitely proven their murderous intent to the pack by now, thus bringing her to the conclusion that perhaps they just deserved a merciless death. Nobody would mess with pookastone, not while she was in it. Following the actions of the pair she had been accompanied by, Macha too took off for pack boarders.