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It looked fine to me. :]
With her sister all but a stranger now, the only person that Aurèle saw often was her son. Yet he too was growing apart from her, instinctively sensing that something was wrong. He kept himself busy and only came around when there was a need. So for what felt like weeks now Aurèle had been trudging through the motions of life and picking up on habits she otherwise would not have done. One of these was following the borders for hours, a mindless task that kept her from otherwise being stagnant.
And sometimes, as it seemed, from being bored. She was about halfway through her rounds when a loud yelp broke the serenity of the afternoon, and with it came the smell of another wolf—followed shortly by screeching metal. Raising her tail and bursting into a run, the tall female found the source of the disturbance. “Stop moving,” she barked. A few feet separated the two, for even though the idiot was caught in the wire, she did not doubt he might injure himself or her trying to get out. Above the crow wheeled low, and without thinking, the pale woman looked up to him. “Go find Dawali,” she ordered, and without a sound the bird was off.