Cold was already coming, and Spirane wasn’t getting any better prey wise. It was a struggle to find food for herself, let alone the pups around her home. Perhaps it had something to do with the boom of mouths to feed in the mountain pack that the prey simply were not able to keep up. Thankfully though she had Alistair. Taviora still seemed to be doing well and he visited them and the pups frequently enough that they still got food from the forest pack. That and with Spirane’s alliance with the forest pack she would go down there and hunt now and then on in their lands. It was all to take care of them. While she was sure she wasn’t the most perfect mother, she was there for them always and as much as she could be. All of them were special, but she felt most of them took more after Alistair at times than herself. Thistle though was full of her parents old energy, and the boys of course acted like boys.
Today was hopefully going to be special though. At least, she hoped it was. She remembered fondly of the time when she and her brother and sister went climbing as high as they could up Spirane so that they could get close to the moon, their serendipitous adventure leading them to learn more about their family and home. The sun was lowering sooner now, and before it was dark, and much colder she was hoping to take them all for an adventure up to the heights of Spriane and tell them the stories she had heard about her and their elders. She invited Alistair along too if he wanted, but it wasn’t going to be an easy trip, something last year she recalled him struggling with. Her pups were quickly becoming natural Mountainborn wolves as their lineage dictated, able to climb up and down the area with relative ease for their ages.
Moonstone tilted her brown head back, her large from letting loose little song to gather them all together from their day’s adventures, naps, or whatever else they might have been getting into today. The sun was on the fall now and she was trying to make sure that even with their tiny forms and Alistair’s own lack of Mountain Paws that they would be able to get up there by evening. It would be a cold mountain night, but they could spend it up there under the stars. She was sure there were caves or something, but if they all cuddled together with her large, thick furred body she knew they would all be just fine too.
Waiting for them all to gather back at the den, Moonstone sat smiling, her tail waiting and her light lavender eyes keeping a watch for them to come over the rocks.