Blackfeather Woods sordid details following

Salamander is stealing (or rather trying to steal) something to keep her energy levels up, while she hunts down Tonravik.

The confusion upon the plains was quickly forgotten when she spied the distant mountains; they were not her mountains after all, and the scent upon the grassland of other wolves brought an insistence to her travel. Salamander moved on, but not up. She didn't choose the mountain route simply because of her injuries; her bruised ribs, her concussion, the difficulty of travel across the harsh terrain, all of these things made her choose to stick to the hills. So after a few days of dizzy wandering, she came upon something that resembled shelter.

Resembled, because it didn't smell like shelter. The forest smelled thickly of wolves, and the shadows could have easily hidden them. Salamander was wary as she passed through the tree line, and spent a good thirty minutes being slow and steady. She listened to her surroundings, checked and rechecked the route she was on, and grew more and more nervous as she traveled through the trees. It was obvious there were wolves here but she couldn't find them - only traces, really. Smells, some natural paths which could have been used by prey or predator; and as if by chance, a cache.

Salamander was not an astute individual. She thrived upon equal measures of bravado and brute force. So if there were strangers in the shadows, they were forgotten as soon as she spotted that cache. It looked as if it were abandoned, or at the very least freshly dug up. With any luck she could steal something out of it and make her way out of the forest again - the sooner, the better. The woman bowed her thick-skulled head, made a bee-line for the softly packed dirt, and began to dig.