Recent weeks had found the hard working hunter busier than usual. Change was most certainly in the air and whether or not it was for the better or the worst, she couldn't quite say yet. All that she knew was that their numbers had taken a slight dip and with Raela's condition remaining unchanged, she was left on high alert constantly. She didn't know what she would do should the unthinkable happen. Mentally she shook her head. No no, don't think like that. Raela is in good hands with our healers. She assured herself, eyes crinkling in concentration. Now was not the time to worry herself sick.
In between her jaws hung a skinny rabbit, her most recent catch as of late. Given the scarcity of prey in the region as of late, she was lucky to have found anything at all. The condition of this meager prize could be an explanation as to why so little food was available. Perhaps it had not stored enough fat for the winter, or had awoken from it's hibernation too early. Either way, the winter had apparently taken a toll on the animal, leaving it to die of natural causes and exposure to the elements. Jynx was well into the process of creating a brand new cache, her paws churning up a patch of soil that had not completely frozen. It was hard work and her toes were aching, but if it meant one more small meal for someone to benefit from later, she was happy to put the labor into the task. She had begun to move the dirt back over the body when a howl from the borders commanded her attention. Lifting her head, she knew that she would have to answer this one. She was closer to this particular section of border than Gent was. Abandoning her half finished cache, she set off to meet the visitor.
The call was unfamiliar, and the scent of the wolf equally so. As she neared, she also picked out the scent of another pack. It didn't match those in the region, such as Wild Rye Fields or Whitestone. Curious as to who this wolf was and where he was from, the new alphess appeared from the midst of Fir trees. Upon first glance, Jynx could very easily be mistaken for her dear friend, Raela. Their eyes, build and coloration were almost identical. A more keen eye though would pick out that the tawny hues in her coat had a more reddish tone, however subtle. Pleased to see that the dark furred stranger, a male, was a respectful distance from the borders, she chuffed in greeting. Naturally her tail raised just above her spine to show her status, but her yellow eyes remained kind, though curious.
"Welcome. What brings you to the borders of White Fir Notch?" She asked, studying the male, curious of his intentions.