He'd spent the rest of the day's light finally catching up to the herd that the wolves had driven far and away from the heart of his territory. It was good to be out and about, though, it gave him something to do and he enjoyed the warm sense of accomplishment that filled his belly as he carried the body of a small cow home.
Christopher spent that night finally allowing his leopard out. The cat was fidgety and restless even when he finally settled down to his meal back in his own home. He craved a good stretch and roam about his lands, the itch to bolster his border with fresh tracks a dominating thought now that he knew of his new friend and her "family." In the black of night that was exactly what he set out for.
To the west he saw his eldest sister's trail and respectfully gave it a wide berth before circling south. To the east, though, he was disappointed to still sense nothing of his middle sister's scent. She was still gone, then. For good measure he padded out along the edges of her territory as well before he returned home once more, his leopard a bit calmer for the ritual.
The next day he gathered a bundle of gifts for Brenna, if only to make things a bit more comfortable for her. At least he hoped they might. A folded blanket and the pillow from his own bed were wrapped up in his spare coat. Well, it was actually his newest, but Nevena would probably make him another if he asked nicely.
He knew it would certainly be too large for her, but he hoped she might make better use of it than he could. If she wanted none of it he certainly wouldn't care if she let the wolves have it. At least they might get some use out of makeshift toys.
The shifter approached their den slowly and with purposefully loud footfalls so that he might not startle the more protective members of her pack. He came weaponless this time, his awkwardly lumpy present enough of a burden to carry. He hoped Longclaw might appreciate the gesture of peace, at least, though whether he might even understand it remained to be seen.
"Bryn!" he called out once the den was in sight, turning his head to listen above the crunching snow below.
