Lost Creek Hollow goldeagle

forward dated by about two days, so this thread takes place on the 30th!

She moved inland.

Her path smooth as an arrow’s flight, her steps quick. Huntress’s path was true, her hawk-gold eyes watchful. She skirted the boundaries of claims, weaving her way through the mountains and through to the other side.

Footsore and weary, she slowed her pace after weaving around yet another claim, her nose to the floor beneath her. She was quick to catch that night’s dinner, and she rested in the open, a half sleep that was not restful in the slightest.

Morning found her in a hollow, trees high above her, nose pointed at the sky. Sunlight caught the faint russets in her dark mantle, the cream of her haunches a burnished gold.

Skáld did not often roam from the packlands, but considering how quiet things had been, he found himself becoming a bit more adventurous. He moved with a cautious step, but remained fairly relaxed in nature- today, he sought only to observe the changes that had come with the Spring rains and the heightening heat that meant that Summer was near. 

He snuffled through patches of green plants, searching for any hint of herbal scent that might indicate that a plant could be used for healing. He knew only a few- but he recognized the difference between plants that would be eaten by prey, and plants that might have another use. Some had a certain scent that he knew instinctively to avoid; he wasn't going to risk his own, precarious health to investigate a plant that smelled medicinal, knowing it might be poisonous. 

He wasn't surprised to catch another wolf's scent, though it did surprise him to find that she did not smell of one of the other packs. Finding himself in a decent mood, he began to follow her scent, curious to see who she might be, and what brought her to such a populated area.