Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

looking for somebody from Saatsine <3

The shadows were tall even in the middle of the afternoon. Days shrank, burning from both ends with sunrise coming later, and sunset arriving prematurely. This being only the second winter that Ameline could properly recall, it was still a novelty to find how quickly the cold came in the wake of autumn. It would only be a matter of time before heavy snow fell and blanketed the valley and the areas surrounding it; keen on scouting these lands out before travel became tricky, she left her home, and began to meander in a clockwise course around it, hoping to arrive back at the valley's entrance around sunset. 

Ravens watched her from the trees. Below them, a caribou carcass, picked clean by scavengers who took all but the bones which were now coated in an even layer of frost. As she moved on, she found another- and then another. The last one she found was still being picked at by raves while a hungry fox lurked nearby, hoping for scraps. She snarled and clicked her teeth at the birds so she could draw closer and investigate. The birds, offended, swooped toward her and snatched a clump of fur from her shoulders; she moved away to let them finish eating. 

The wolves who had killed it had seemingly made no attempt to cover their tracks, which Ameline followed until their scents became strong. They did not smell of Swiftcurrent, or Kvarsheim, but there were enough of them that she felt concerned. She called out, seeking an audience so she might learn more about the band of wolves that hunted in the valley. If they were going to settle this close to her pack, she would need to know.