Raven's Watch This is why we can't have nice things

Grezig shook the water from her fur and the biting wind abated somewhat. She was back to her serious self within moments, trying to think of something constructive to do now that she was wide awake. She was too far away from Blacktail Deer Plateau to do any hunting, for she’d have to carry whatever she caught for a day or so to reach the pack lands again. There was little point to that. She looked around, still trying to decide, when her eyes landed on the mountain lion. She froze—her entire body was rooted to the spot where she stood. Her legs were stiff as tree trunks, her eyes locked onto the predator, then she quickly looked away from it, though she kept it in her periphery. There was something about not looking a cat right in the eyes. It made them angry. Something her parents had taught her when she was young. Shit, she thought, her mind racing. What do I do now?