Partly sunny, late morning.
7*C, 14*F
@Gent @Raela @Emrys @Nascha @Sylva @Ryker @Lucia @Aleris
After many weeks, the huntress was starting to feel like her old self again. The swelling in her ankle had vanished, the discomfort reduced to only a slight ache, should she over exert herself. Colder mornings such as these were hard on the joints, and she had taken care to line her personal den with insulated bedding. But as always, she rose with the sun, determined not to let her little setback impact her way of life. If anything, getting up early and stretching was
beneficial for her body. The faster a body was set in motion, the faster the blood pumped, rushing to the limbs, warming muscles and tendons. Jynx had not yet realized it, but ever since Emrys' permanent stay, his presence had a side effect; a more health conscious way of living.Confident that she was well enough to manage an un-hurried, leisurely round of marking the borders, and perhaps catch some breakfast, Jynx had again, been up at the crack of dawn. While her spirits were good, she still harbored bitterness towards the deserter, Merys. Had she pushed him too hard when they first met? He had seemed like a dedicated, noteworthy member of the pack, who had more than pulled his weight. So slipping away one night, without any forewarning, came as a surprise to the tawny female. She snorted softly, the air puffing out in front of her nose. They did not need a traitor like him, and whats more, his absence left no room for competition for the title of lead hunter. Which she would obtain.After leaving her mark by the bare stump of an old tree, and a scrape of her paws against the frost covered earth, she was just wrapping up her morning round. Looking forward to a well earned meal, she headed in the direction of one of the nearby cache sites. But her attention was torn away, off of food and onto the tracks she saw in the damp soil. A fresh set of massive paw prints, easily bigger than her own paws. One sniff of her nose confirmed that it was a Grizzly. Her eyes narrowed. Judging by the direction of those tracks, it had been headed into the center of their home. A low rumble came from her chest, as she stalked ever closer, to find the animal. Creeping through a network of Fir trees, for which the pack had been named, she stopped. About a hundred yards away, the massive Grizzly slept under the low hanging boughs of a Fir tree, oblivious to the wolf watching it scornfully. She backed up slowly. To howl and alert the others, would mean alerting the bear as well. She did not want that. Instead, with one last glance, assured that the bear would remain asleep, she hurried off in the direction of the communal den, certain that she would intercept one of her pack members...Gent or Raela, she hoped, on the way. Her body language said it all; raised hackles, stiff gait and tail. The wolves had a rather big problem on their paws.