gathering acorns

Rather than seeking out her den and sleep when she had left her meeting with Aurielle (and the warmth of the fire there), she made her way to the stone circle and settled on her haunches in the lee of one of the huge stones, out of the chill of the wind but where the sun could reach and warm her slightly now that day was well under way. Once settled she lifted her muzzle to call out for Brandr and Laisren, the pack's two experienced hunters. While Laisren was officially a legionaire, not specifically a hunter, he had more experience with hunting than most of the pack did. He'd worked alongside Mask, the last hunter, enough that Gwen was confident in his skill. She wanted to meet with the both of them while the meeting was still fresh in her mind. While she'd informed Aurielle of her intention to meet with the hunters and the younger alpha could also choose to attend the meeting as the primary leader of the pack, Gwenevere wanted to speak with them as soon as possible while the meeting was still fresh in her mind. They had time before winter set in to do everything that needed doing without a rush, but the pups would need practice before they were able to contribute to the effort so she wanted to get that rolling as soon as she could. She'd chosen to come here, rather than call them to the Adravendis' cave over in the plains, because it was partway to Brandr's den and he'd be more likely to be able to respond quickly. Even with the thick coat that was growing in with the fall weather, the cold was quickly setting back into her joints as she waited, and she admitted to herself that Aurielle's suggestion that they kindle another fire in one of the alcoves of her own den definitely had merit, though it meant even more wood to be gathered. Glancing around the circle of stones, she wondered idly if it might not be better to keep a fire burning here somehow rather than in her den where it wasn't as accessible for the rest of the pack. Or maybe they could build small fires on the walls for the sentries to keep warm by while they guarded the borders. She frowned at the thought of that though - the warmth gained might not be worth the security risk of their sentries being clearly outlined in the light of a fire for invaders to see.