Early morning, clear sky, 60F/16C
Viorel had scouted around the area early in the morning to search for danger, something he had been doing extra for the last few weeks. This morning though he took extra care since he had promised the cubs that he would take them outside of the borders for a while. He had been putting it offer ever since Inger had been murdered, but he also knew the longer he kept them locked down the more likely they were to sneak out and put themselves in danger.
He had also alerted the other adults and yearling of his plans so they would stick nearby in case he needed to call for danger. Realistically he had done everything he could do to keep everyone safe for their little field trip, but he still felt a sense of unease as he waited at the border. Sighing once with one final scan of the area, still good, then he gave a short call, the signal that the pups could come meet him.
With his first litters this would have been a joyous, playful, most likely silly occasion, but this year everything felt different. It was as if his stomach and heart had filled with rocks.