For those that called the open landscape of the rye fields home, it seemed they finally were given a little breathing room. Over the past couple of days Sphinx had noticed the slow and gradual drop in visits to their borders from their overly aggressive cousins during her routine patrol each morning and evening. After discussing the predicament of the pack in length with her mother not long ago, this newly discovered information pleased the growing yearling. Perhaps it was the recent drop in temperature granted the change in seasons and scarcity of prey thanks to the over hunting in the area that cooled the jets of the coyotes, but it was a win Sphinx would take regardless and surely the pack would be pleased as well to hear of her findings.
Atop the Lookout Post now; where she usually rested during the end of her patrols before heading home, her head tilted back toward the heavy skies above that began to sputter out the first soft flurries of snow. A couple fluttering about her speckled frame and adorning the top of her snout while releasing a call for both her mother and Laike. If it was indeed true that the coyotes were finally moving on it was best to alert the leaders now. To ease the stress she knew her mother felt towards being essentially trapped in her own home even if just by some degree. But, there was also a pressing matter Sphinx wanted to attend to and had quietly stewed upon in hopes of clearing out the labyrnth of emotions she felt. To no avail. Unable to do anything about it granted the house arrest the coyotes put on the Rye wolves, but now a chance to actually do something seemed far too grand to pass up. If they allowed her that is.
Thus she waited.