Bearclaw Valley lost causes

Backdated a bit because currently Scarlett is in heat, haha.

Scarlett trotted just outside Bearclaw Valley. She disliked leaving the valley lately. She felt at home in the lower level with one entrance. Scarlett was secretly loving the fact that it had one entrance because it meant that they had a better overview who was trespassing or not. It felt safe. If they needed an escape route they have several other exists of course. The only downside to this was that loners often couldn't find their pack either. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but Bearclaw Valley was slowly declining in members lately.

Scarlett went to the upper fields to check on their big prey. As a gamekeeper she often checked the hers if they needed to switch to another herd or if one was injured for the next hunt. The pale female with her red eyes didn't spot any of the herds she did spot a grey female. She stopped in her tracks and sniffled the air at first. She seemed to be alone. Slowly Scarlett trotted closer being as friendly as ever. A chuff sounded when she approached so she wouldn't startle the other. Scarlett was always open to meet new friends.