She hadn't been able to find anyone to ask if this was ok, but it was to be expected. Leaders were busy people. She left the phesant by the den for Kyna and made her way down the mountain. She knew the way by now. Long silver legs ate up the ground across the rise and into the meadow. The waning moon was high in the sky by now and washed the hint of green from her eyes as her steps began to slow. She could smell them here, the wolves of her aunt's pack. She even thought she caught a whiff of her father somewhere on the breeze despite the slushy snow underfoot.
The wind whipped through her fur as it had for days, snow rollers littering the meadow where there hadn't been enough disturbance to pack the snow down. Under the light of the moon they looked eerily like scavengers, foxes, coyotes and bobcats. She wasn't feeling so terribly timid out here on her own, but it did cause a shiver to run down her spine none the less. "Brr," She tried to cover her unease as a bad case of the chills. Her coat was looking a little ratty in anticipation of spring after all.