A lot had been happening in the seasons that came and went. Despoina had continued to sulk and prowl the moors of Iromar. It did not take an idiot to know trouble was brewing over the fields. Given her children’s mild tendencies to wander away from the den she had doubled her laps around the parklands in an attempt to ensure the youth's’ safety as well as protect against any unwanted intruders seeking unoffered shelter.

Slate grey eyes watched as the clouds slowly began to fade away into spring sun. They narrowed in curiosity. With a snort she picked up her paws and trotted across the border of her beloved home. The moment she touched the common lands she became far more alert to any danger within the vicinity. She was not fearful, her bulky mass was more than enough to convince many she was not worth their time, but it did not mean she was looking for a fight today. No, she was more interested in what had become of the fields.

To the woman’s intense surprise, though filled with puddles in many places, the fields were pleasant and riddles with rabbits! The dark mistress huffed slightly and glowered at the abundance of food. It was not exactly her role, but then again she was a mother, and her mate may or may not have been upset with her at any given time, and her pups were bothersome. Bribes, she figured.

With a quick glance at the two playing, hunting, whatever they were doing strange speakers, she went about on her own hunt. The rodents who had fled the others came racing straight into Despoina’s waiting jaws. Chuckling to herself, she snatched at each one she could easily reach before she began actually hunting and putting effort into attacking the easy meal. Soon she would have enough for her family. Possibly even a prize for the Empress.

Possibly.