Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

Next round ends January 13th!

Harlyn was quiet as opinions were shared.  No one seemed to buy the bear idea, instead saying the tracks were too small.  But they were also larger than wolf prints, and it seemed unlikely to her that they were the tracks of any sort of feline.  What did that leave?  Harlyn had heard many stories in her years of rare creatures unlike any most had ever seen.  Beings that were there one moment and gone the next.  Things that were clever and devious, that would steal food from caches simply to lure larger, more satisfying prey to them...

She was a sensible woman, and of course didn't allow herself to conclude that it was any such preternatural creature.  There was likely an exceedingly average culprit behind this.  Be that as it may, it seemed to her that the energy spent trekking up a mountain to reclaim a pile of old meat would be far better put towards catching new prey.

"Well, whatever it was, it's gone and it took our food with it," Harlyn concluded finally, "I don't see any sense in trying to go after the beast, especially not knowing what it even is and thus not knowing how many we would need in order to take it down.  Our energy is better spent hunting new prey and building a new cache closer to the heart of the Hollow.  This one it seems is a bit too close to our borders to be safe from scavengers."  Her gaze drifted across the wolves gathered until landing on Mordecai.  It was not completely up to her how they responded, though she was prepared to advise further against any acts of bravado, which she was growing more and more convinced would be simply foolish.