Wearily, Afena moved through the woods, closer and closer to the cave where Mercyhowl, his mate, and cubs, lived. She knew her son would protect her from anything his mate tried to do to her, but there was no guarantee that Mercyhowl would be there at that moment. The cubs seemed to like her well enough, but she knew them very little, and their natures all too well, to not keep an eye on them.
She'd written runes on her face with ink, and imbued them with a bit of her own blood to make sure they would reliably stay activated. They gave her strength, speed, endurance, and resilience to face off against these monstrous animals.
Sure enough, a growl came from somewhere. The sound bouncing off the trunks of the trees made it difficult to know its origin exactly, but she crouched down, and looked all around her. A charging lorsul would be easy to spot.