Chimera Fields This guy rushes me with a spoon...

He'd spent a week or two just mulling around, not making any progress on his information gathering. But then, he had no timeline to stick to, no deadlines to meet. Nobody was expecting him to be anywhere at any given moment. He had made no promises to anybody, and so he was free. Drifting, as he tended to do, from one place to the next. Sometimes, the drifting was slow. There was also the fact that he'd found a rather large sickly caribou that he'd been stalking for at least a week now. Eventually, it would fall, and Ovaltine intended to feast on that day. In the meantime, he got by with squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks, and other small prey.

A flutter of wings broke Oval's train of thought, and he found two birds fleeing from the area. He hadn't been paying them any mind, so lost in his own little world. He'd left the caribou back a ways, but intended to return to it within the hour. Tracking it was reasonably straight-forward and it couldn't seem to move terribly fast anyway. A few moments after the grouse had departed, Ovaltine realized that he was not the only one here. "Oh dear," he said, slicking his ears back, "Did I chase away your dinner?"