October 8th; Afternoon; Gray skies, slight chill, biting wind; Light rain; 37° F/3° C
While Mapplethorpe had much to worry about with keeping Aponi, Mercy, and Nova within their caretakers' boundaries, the grizzled man had thought of something a little more important than keeping an eye on three bustling five-month-olds. As their (adoptive) father and mentor, he ensured they knew the rules that had been laid out; though he knew absolutely nothing of Sagacity and Mercy's rows and adventures. Regardless of whether or not the cubs kept to the Pass, Mapplethorpe knew for fact that they had learned what they needed to know to survive apart from actually hunting. He would get to the bottom of that soon enough, but such a task was for another day. Today, actually, was for making sure @Aponi had been keeping her word in staying away from the Ghastly Woods. With Winter soon to come - and the early October rains being a clue to its forthcoming - he wanted to be sure her curiosity in such a thing as the Yeth Hound had been quelled by time.
All along the tree line he meandered with his nose to the cold, wet ground, checking every wilted plant and every gnarled tree root. At roughly an hour into his investigation, none bore the distinctive smell of the young Aquila's perfume which was a very, very good thing. It made him smile inwardly, while on the outside his vibrant goldenrod eyes scoped out the land with a grim stare. Truth be told, it had been days since Mapplethorpe had eaten; the hunger had only just begun to lightly gnaw at his insides but the feeling was not yet enough to warrant from him the need to fill his stomach. It had also been days since Mapplethorpe had smiled. Even though everything had been well, the pack had been kept in decent health, and his affections had been returned by @Naira, the masked brute just... somehow had no need to grin or even smirk.
Continuing along his aimless path with the dense forest on his left side, he briefly eyed the mountainside where he knew the pack was safely being kept sheltered from the worst of the biting winds. Down on the forest floor, everything seemed manageable enough to continue along his walk but it was with a stinging, near-frozen nose that he persisted making his round along the edges of his and Naira's territory.