Blacktail Deer Plateau Fall is coming

Blue Willow strode around the pack lands digging here and there. Moving rotten caches around and moving some food to fill the few. She was getting the others ready to start squirreling away food. They were starting to grow again and winter would be soon fast upon them, and Blue Willow believed in being prepared. She wasn't much of a hunter, but she could certainly make it easier for the hunters to put their food where it needed to go. She would also dabble in hunting soon enough, perhaps even today.

Surely she could catch some small things herself. She chuckled to herself, it was funny that she was a fully grown wolf that could barely hunt for anything big. She managed though and she took care of those she loved, and her family. Her pack was her family. With those thoughts in mind, she stuck her nose to the ground and began a search for something, the good thing about fall. The creatures were gaining weight to be plump for winter. That would be nice.