After an eventful two weeks away from home visiting their neighboring packs that surrounded them, even getting to steal a night with Laike which took away from her relief to be home. Nevertheless, it was nice to feel the rye against her fur and the gradually sloping hills around her. The Rye beta was back to her routine once again, perhaps back again to being uneventful. Though, she doubted such as of recently the Rye seemed to buzz with drama and action.
Today was a prime example. Only a few days after returning home, the large woman had taken to resting most mornings and perhaps would lazily patrol the borders. Her paws were just getting over being sore and worn from their constant travel. She didn't see a lot of harm to take a day or so off before getting back on the work horse again. Though, as she rounded a bend in her first real patrol since her return, the scent of foreign wolves invaded her nostrils. Flaring her nostrils, she lowed her had to the ground to get a better trail of what she can already assume as trespassers.
Growling lowly, she followed the seemingly haphazard trail until she arrived at the aftermath of the trespassers thievery. Growling once again, her nose circled the unearth cache to try to identify any scents from the thieves. Mud. A pair of loners. Lifting her head to the sky, she urgently called for the pack. They've been robbed.