Blacktail Deer Plateau Black is the soul

Wraen had been busy tracking a small herd of deer that day - she had caught sight of them in the morning and, since she had no better thing to do, she went along, following them at safe distance. She stopped, when they did, she sniffed and examined their footprints and droppings, when she drew nearer, she observed each and every member of the little group, trying to find a weak link in the chain. And finally, when they began to graze in a meadow that was close to Whitefish river and the forest, which she already knew was claimed by a Morningside, she decided to have a break.

She had settled down on the riverbank, having drank some water earlier, when an odd noise drew her attention. It was a bird and oddly enough the sound came from the ground level rather than from above. Intrigued, she stepped on the ice, where it was frozen rock-solid and neared the territory, still listening intently for the bird to usher yet another sound and oblivious to the fact that there was another hunter in close vicinity.