Needing something to clear her head and keep her busy, the large ebony woman trotted along what would soon be the revived borders of the cove. It was a marvel at just how much memory one's muscles retained. Having not traversed over theses paths in years Moonshadow's figure moved with ease and grace over them as she had done in the past. The cold caused her joints to get stiff so running and patrolling the borders kept the ache away for the most part. She hoped she would run into one of the children, though none of them were hardly children anymore. It warmed her heart to see not only her own children together again but Namid's as well.