Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

Sorry not sorry.

What they found wouldn't be too impressive. Not to say that Ward was unimpressive -- she was the queen of this patch of sky, and soon would dominate the entire world! But no, for now there was nothing special about the spot where she chose to roost. Aside from the half-eaten carcass of a vole clutched in her talons, the only oddity in her patch of branches was the long streak of poop that painted a grey swatch down one of the tree trunks (that vole was really hard on her stomach, it must not have been organic or something). Believing that she was well away from the prying eyes of beasts and birds, Ward breathed in a whistle of a breath and, without much warning at all, let out another wave of slippery poop — it splattered on adjacent branches and leaves, eventually hitting the bits of the forest floor that were exposed, and very likely one of the wolves settled nearby.