June 9th; Cool and dry; Early morning, before sunrise; 56° F, 13° C
With Woya den-bound, Adelard was stuck in a loop between guarding the den and scouting for water. The yearlings were independent enough now; he did not have to constantly worry about them. Every couple of days, he had a mind to seek them out, even if only to catch sight of them. A check-in of sorts. At the moment, though, without water close by, he hoped they were all coping and eking by.
Summer was supposed to be the time for cygnet scouting and the last days of egg-stealing. This year had decided otherwise.
As the Leader dragged his feet across the forest floor, dust kicked up in his wake. The forthcoming rising of the sun only promised another day of dry, summer heat. Having quenched his thirst only a few days ago, Adelard yearned for nothing but a day's rest in the shade.
Along the outskirts of the den clearing, Adelard turned about in a circle and sat. His ears twitched, simply listening to the sounds of the mewling children deep within.