Shadewood Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore

The sun was just rising when she returned to her starting point, but she was up and scouting out the woods while the stars still sung in the sky. It was habit to rise so early, when the deer were just stirring and the birds were still quiet. One could accomplish a lot without a traitorous songbird trilling out in warning; she had found something. Or some things, she amended.

"Chases Crows," she beckoned @Grawlix in a mutter, glancing up as an owl winged home to a nearby tree. "There's a bear. Come on," because it was only a small lone black bear, hunkered over a downed elk in the valley where the rivers met, and she thought they might be able to claim its kill for themselves.