Morningside Cuesta fallen sun

Hunting for pheasants! Come join me. :D

She sleeps well after filling her belly. The slumber is like that of the dead; she does not move, and her breathing is at such a slow and steady interval that on more than one occasion, ravens flock to where she lays. The stench of the doe upon her body is somewhat discombobulating, and the smarter of the birds departs with a shriek. Damascus does not stir.

Not until a violent shout erupts upon the wind. This jerks her in to a wakeful state - and she is up on her paws, stretching, scoping the landscape, and shaking the sleep from her bones. After a moment to yawn she makes sure to keep quiet, and then listens - but whatever made the noise must have quieted. Or perhaps she had imagined it? No matter.

The girl begins to explore the territory more thoroughly, then. Something to pass the time and acclimatise her to the new surroundings. Sunspot has given her a little tour, but Damascus still doesn't know everything. She keeps herself within the limits of the cuesta and investigates the smells and sights of summer - eager to find something to chase, or maybe even fight.