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Fruitful scavenging days ago had given her a new burst of the energy to press into the mountains. She made steady progress, but it was cold, lonely work and not the most satisfying of travels.. considering there was no real destination. Jazz had been just tracking her next meal or quiet place to rest.

She'd made her way into the secluded Vale and found the scattered fallen trees strange. Noted, she proceeded with a bit of caution, but it seemed quiet here despite the disheveled appearances. After a while, she caught wind of fox scent. Not having anything better to do, she followed it since there the chance it could lead to something worthwhile.

It seemed like the trail was getting warmer, but she had no real confirmations as she stalked on with her nose low. But, the sound of ice shattering nearby, a noise that seemed amplified in the otherwise silence, startled her. Jazz paused with her hackles stiffened, and then redirected more towards the creekside out of curiosity. Once closer, she peered wide-eyed from the foliage cover to simultaneously reveal herself and see him in the full. He was not the fox she'd been expecting.