Pine Bark paced circles in the copse of trees that served as her private sanctuary. Having just received the last of the herald's reports, her mind was full of troubles. Trouble with a bear on the eastern border, dispatching warriors would be essential.
Herds starting migration early in the west, she'd need to send scouts to watch and possibly hinder such progress.
An eagle had stolen a pup right under the nose of the pupsitters in the southern dens. She'd need to go console the parents, and discipline the negligent omegas.
And still yet there was news of strange wolves infringing upon their border to the north. It seemed as if they were surrounded with problems, with only a scant few paws to solve them.
Had she had her way, she'd summon the pack together to go north and deal with the incursions, but with so many other pressing matters. It wouldn't be possible.
Instead her mind turned to the next best option.
Raising her muzzle she let out the call to summon her most trusted right-paw wolf, River. She'd have to entrust the north to River's capable paws for now,
The pack's future would still be perfectly fine, of course; River knew that their Alpha would never steer them wrong. Still, she worried about the slew of issues which continued to barrage them. Bears, prey, and predators: problems being the short version. As much as she worried for the pack, however, she pitied the pup most. It had been such a sweet young thing and certainly would have grown up into a fine hunter. The parents would have practically torn into the omegas themselves had there been no mediation at the time. Still... Pine was the one who intended to handle that situation. Admittedly, River was vastly in favor of the parents anyhow.