12/16 mid-afternoon, light snowfall
Nash's hip was sore, but that was to be expected when he refused to rest as much as he should. There was just too much to do. Today, for example, Nash needed to walk the borders again. He hadn't been doing that as often as he should be - due in part to his injury and the time spent searching for the cat previously.
Stupid cat. At least it was gone now.
With his niece and Kip still missing, border patrols and little excursions beyond were more important than ever. His mother had returned, but that didn't mean he would abandon the others.
As he made his way toward the edges of their land, Nash suddenly swerved toward the den. He'd noticed at least one of the pups hanging around there, clearly bored. Maybe he would want to see something beyond the den entrance.
"Leo!" he called, searching through the lazily drifting snowflakes for the boy's form, "I'm going on border patrol; want to come with me? I'll take you a little beyond if you'd like." He hoped Aleister wouldn't mind him offering without asking. In Nash's opinion, the pups were beyond old enough to begin peeking outside, and they were less likely to get lost in their own excursions if they were showed around by an adult first.