Blacktail Deer Plateau put 'em back up on the shelf

Her head hung low, ears perked and tail twitching with nervousness she tried very hard not to feel. She'd done this before, but that didn't eliminate the nerves that came with doing it again. The borders lay behind her now, and she'd avoid any fresh scents. A cache was her aim; anything to satisfy the churning hunger in her stomach. The stupid prey had gone off and disappeared, leaving near nothing for a single lone wolf. 

What Little thought to be movement had her stop and stand near on her toes, ready to flee. But it seemed to be nothing; she waited a moment, two. Dusk veiled her for the most part, though her presence would likely not go long unnoticed. She picked up the pace, searching for the damned cache she knew must be somewhere.