Scouting

The slate woman has been busy scouting and making sure that Bent Canyon was up to par for the pack, something that helped the time pass as well. It wasn't too hard, and there was much storage and shelter within these canyon walls. Carnation pools darting from out crops to the walls and the nooks and crannies and by far Mae wasn't one to just sit around and do nothing, no there were jobs that needed to be tended too. Taking notes of were the storages could be stored as well as furs and maybe some other things. The woman wasn't in no rush so thank goodness for that. She was able to take breaks as needed. Scents of others were fading from this territory and honestly she was thankful for that. The pack didn't need any trouble from others. Especially since they were still a new banded pack. Widow had hopes and dreams that Mae understood for the most part, but also wondered what more she wished of her pack. A smile crossing her maw as ears swiveled upon her cranium. Her tail swaying behind her as taking a step up onto one of the ledges, there laid a mouth of a deeper cavern, a prime area to store some other things the pack would possibly need. A shiver coarsed over the ladys bodice as eyes continued to survey the land.

"Mae"