It hadn’t taken her long to realise just how battered the wolves of the Bend were. Seemingly she had chosen an opportune time indeed to bump into the female leader. She had been rushed – with children to care for that weren’t her own and a pack to run Naira could sympathise. But she didn’t want to go barging in to assist without @Triell’s blessing. Instead she had busied herself patrolling borders (conveniently avoiding the trails he frequented most), filling caches and starting to gather whatever plants she may find use for. With the days growing shorter and winter’s inevitable approach she didn’t want to be caught unawares.
She had found for herself a compact dip in the soil, nestled amongst the roots of a large white fir tree – and in the warmer weather it would serve well enough as a bed for her now. Well clear of the main den, it was still only a small miracle she had not seen even a glimpse of the male leader with the burning eyes but even she knew, no matter how elusive she thought she was, the time would come when they would meet face to face. Naira never liked to think anyone else held all the cards, it would be a pre-emptive strike to track the dark Tainn down herself, if only to gently remind him she was here, in the one place he thought he might be safe from her.
Rising with a stretch and a shake she set off deeper into the cover of the Spectral Woods, her tail siting respectfully low and her ears tilted back. She could already smell that he wasn’t far ahead and she smiled a genuine smile. Oh wasn’t he in for a surprise…