Greatwater Lake The odd one out

She needed to rest. But Flicker still had a task, to hunt. She could see the heard of caribou, they lingered on the far edge of the lake. They would be there for some time before moving off, hopefully. They haven't been around for long, it seemed, as the snow here was still blanketing the flora. They would feed on what they could uncover here, then move on. Why else would they come to the flatlands? 

She wandered closer, looking to gauge the injured, old, or sickly numbers. There seemed to be one with a limp, it snorted at her presence but made no move to reveal further its injuries. Many were large and strong, but there were a few elderly cows. Her gaze narrowed, assessing what her capability would be, and how strong the pack was. Sure, Wintersbane would prove useful, Relmyna surely has the experience. Shishu, she did not know how capable she was but, with encouragement, could help. The others she didn't know about and hoped Relmyna could organise the pack well enough. 

She moved to the water, sipping at it before dipping her face into the coolness to soothe the stinging. The blood started to wash off, but still stained her fur pink. She'd take her time here, assessing the herds, before returning to her pack. She felt close enough to home now that she needn't worry about being attacked, right?