He'd been up early and started his rounds, much too early to be dragging Hawthorne out of the den. He would have to take her later in the day so that she could get some more experience. He'd decided she was the one he wanted to take on his rounds. She was still young but it would be second nature by the time she was a yearling. It was also a nice time for them to spend some time together before the day became busy. He felt it was a role that she would fit into well whether her mother liked it or not, his anger for the little healer still burned strong in the pale alpha.
That didn't mean he hadn't noticed her actions when the bison had attacked his mate. He would give her the credit for that but it would take time for her to win back their trust.
Normally his rounds were rather quiet and uneventful however as he passed by a part of the border near the spring a movement caught his attention. Emrys couldn't let it go without checking it out so he moved quietly toward it just in case it wasn't one of his packmates. As he came up to a tree and peered around it he saw that it was in fact not one of his packmates.
The cougar was heading into White Fir Notch territory and in the direction of the pups. It took everything in him not to go after it himself but he also knew how stupid that would be. Instead he tracked the cougar and called for his packmates.