Jade Fern Grove and keeping everything down to a minimum

Dawn worked her way northward, gaze flashing towards every flicker of motion, every colour that seemed at odds with the virid landscape. once or twice she spotted fresh droppings, but not of prey that she could easily take down with the other woman. once, a rabbit - she'd perked, peering intently ahead and preparing to let loose a summoning call, low and easily ignored (hopefully) when the hare had been startled by the low flight of a balckbird and vanished into it's burrow. a snap at the retreating form of the bird, one dark mood, and many moments later, she'd yet to turn up anything else.