Grouse Thicket when you asked for light

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When the dawn broke the ember could be seen tracing a path beyond the darkened woodland; she had left it behind for the time being, venturing further in to the foreign land she had found. The thicket was quiet save for the dull sound of snow touching down around her — a bird called, something she didn't recognize — and when she looked up Nootka spied a giant blue heron's prehistoric silhouette.
She followed it through the thicket. Where the trees were thin she could spy its blue-black outline. When she lost sight of it, Nootka wondered if perhaps it was an omen. She paused in her exploration and observed her surroundings, curious of them, wary of them — and then she heard a song upon the wind which made the fur along her spine rise up like a wave of fire. She glared silently in the direction that the sound came from, and then ducked around the trees, eager to be away from the thicket and the potential wolves beyond it.
They were far from here — whoever they were — but it hadn't taken long for Nootka to travel this far from the forest she had found, and thus she surmised it would not take long for a hunting party (or something more malicious) to find her here.
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