Whitefish River Feast or Famine

As discussed, forward-dated to today’s date.

It was raining. Grezig was not surprised, as they sky had been promising rain all day yesterday. She knew she should have stayed on the plateau. She could have been curled up in the Door right about now, warm and dry, instead of drenched with rainwater. Oh well. She had been following the river for lack of anything to do, taking a short scouting mission just outside of the territory. As luck would have it, she found some kind of cave nestled up against a hill beside the river, and she quickly ducked inside and shook off, sending droplets splattering everywhere.

Once she wandered a bit deeper in, she began to pick up a faint trace of a scent… It smelled fresh, so perhaps it had been in the rain as well, which would explain why it was hard for Grezig to pick it up well. She put her nose to the ground and continued sniffing. Soon, though, a sound broke the silence of the cave and she looked up, moving towards it. She soon found a little weasel wandering around the bones in this cave. Her instincts kicked in and she growled at the creature, thinking it might make an easy meal if she could keep it cornered inside the cave. She lowered her center of gravity, preparing to charge.