Dawnlark Plains adulthood is hell

There was no reason for Müninn to be here — no reason for her to have returned, especially not as alone as she was — but it was to be so. She crept back to the lands she had visited previously, albeit briefly; and in fact the banshee didn’t actually remember actually having been here before, as Hüginn usually did the tracking and the hunting and her brain moved much too fast to accurately process and retain information such as this. Müninn didn’t exactly plan things, but had she recognized the familiarity of her surroundings, she might have started to believe in coincidences. However, instead of the warmth of summer, it was cold of winter; and instead of safe at Hüginn’s side, the raven felt vulnerable and uncertain and flighty.

She slunk about without aim, from one warm place to another, though such places were fewer and fewer by the day. She fed when she wanted and took from the earth without remorse, pulling small rodents from their beds [in the nascence of their winter slumber] and delighting at the ease with which she procured a meal. It was this she was doing that early morning’s dawn, being pulled across the plain at the behest of her sensitive nose, her pallid form obscured by the tall, toasted grasses and the winter’s dusty snows. and this was how she hunted for mice. 

At what must have only been a few feet starboard, several fowl burst forth and took a short, noisy flight. Müninn was, for a moment, shocked and her faculties snapped to sudden attention  — eyes alert, ears alert, every part of her body down the very hairs that rippled across her shoulder crest down her spine, alert. Then it was all silent, but only for another moment; Müninn heard the man before she saw him, crashing about and throwing himself amongst the sea of grasses towards his feathered prey. Such activity and sudden commotion were, at the very least, unwelcome in Müninn’s mind and the only reaction she felt could appropriately encompass the true displeasure she felt was a sharp hiss and a snarl which rattled across her tongue and danced upon her lips. Her mind’s eye flashed red with sudden frustration and she, like a lightning strike, lashed forwards towards them, intent in causing some sort of disruption for the man’s hunt. He had disrupted hers, after all.