With spring's arrival, the sun had finally returned to gaze warmly down upon everything below, and the woods seemed to be alive with birds and insects and life in general. Deneb savored the feel of the light as it poured down on his back, but he found himself weaving in and out of the shadows out of instinct, trying to minimize the way the glare glinted off of his ivory coat, thoughts of catching something savory upon his mind.
And yet, despite the beautiful day and his generally improving situation, there was a brooding quality in his golden gaze, and he moved with head down and his tail out behind his back, his spine in a long straight line as he stalked the borders. Thoughts of his brother kept intruding, making it difficult to concentrate on anything for long, and occasionally he would shake his head or grumble and curse to himself. Due to the alphas being in a family way, he had been avoiding the heart of the Glen's territory and the den recently. Deneb knew how much a mother could crave solitude and security at such a time - no good could come from intruding there. And so he kept to the borders, keeping his promise and making careful note of anyone and anything he smelled coming or going.
When he'd first been accepted into the pack, he'd been certain to add his share of tribute to the pack's caches, knowing that Phineas would be watching him closely to see if he was as much of a leech as his brother Albireo. Now that there was ample enough prey to be found again, Deneb had been able to take a little more for himself freely, and slowly but surely the spectral look that had haunted him over the winter months was lifting from the man. Still, he must make sure to add something to the caches today, if he could. There were more mouths than ever to be fed.
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