Dawnlark Plains your pages are full, your age is a lie

brow furrowed a moment, gaze sliding to the woman. "no."  she gestured out towards them, continuing a beat later. "it means they've found a kill. gathered above it." she began the move, snaking through the grasses in the general direction of the birds; whatever lay below them obscured by the dips and rolls of the land, the dead grasses. 

beckoning for the woman to follow, she continued. "ravens, crows, are your allies. they'll show you a weak, dying or dead animal, if you're smart enough to follow them, watch for them."