Rhamnus was growing tired of the stink of willow trees, clinging to the edge of the mountain was growing old too, now the goats had grown weary of the woman and her yearling brother. As much as she wished to try her luck stealing from caches, chances were the wolves with sticks up their asses would jump to conclusions again and they didn't really need that. It had started as a joke, but now she was too bored to not go through with it. The pups were now too big to drag home, they may as well wait for the next batch, but that didn't mean that they couldn't stir up some trouble while they waited.
She had set out on another well worn mountain track with intense curiosity. Was there another pack nearby that she hadn't managed to find yet? She strolled forward, trying to be mindful of her surroundings. Perhaps there was some fun to be had after all?