It was weird, to say the least. For the first time since Vespertio had laid claim to a portion of the lake's shoreline, he was not at the helm calling the shots, ensuring the borders were well kept multiple times a day, discussing with Namid the politics of engaging with other packs and what the future may hold for them. Ah, Namid. The thought of his wife had a frown etching itself onto the inky lining of his lips. That was another thing that was weird for the agouti male. For a couple weeks now he was without the constant presence of his lover and mother of his children. His rock when times had been so tough and times so grand. Oh, how he wished he had gone with her in search of their missing children to convince them to return to where they belonged.
But he hadn't and instead, the retired patriarch found himself with more time on his paws than he knew what to do with. He had spent most of the morning tending the borders out of habit, something familiar to his daily routine before venturing away from pack lands to do some exploring he couldn't truly do before when the pack demanded so much from him. Currently, he found himself lumbering along the rocky slopes of the lower portion of the mountain and following the lingering scent of a rabbit that had darted through the mountain shrubbery. He wasn't exactly hungry but now that he had all this free time he figured it was better than nothing to try and hone some of his skills that had grown rusty over time. Hunting is one of them.