Whitefish River here and there

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Early in the day she had left the small gyrfalcon mountain and the neighboring coast behind. With a lengthening of her stride, she tracked the banks of the river as its path curved further and further south. Even past the route inland towards the Plateau where she was also apt to lurk occasionally and the hot-springs she liked and instead carried on south still. She decided to see what she would encounter. It had been a while, anyway, so she stretched her muscles and loped a ways further.

Ame traveled in solitude for a good time and enjoyed the warm sunshine on her back when the spattering of clouds did not obscure it. Spring was well on its way, and she greeted this notion eagerly. Already some of her coat had begun to shed out and along with her renewing strength and improving condition (now that winter was dying), she was feeling increasingly satisfied in herself.

After a time, she slowed down for a break. A silhouette of a drifting bird caught her eye while she paused for a long, cold drink. The loner then decided to trail after it casually -- which was a habit she was beginning to gain from living alongside that mountain's predatory bird population. Sometimes, they led to decent scavenging.

It seemed to follow the river as well, so she continued to do the same.