Blackfoot Forest Entrance into the wilds

After deciding they were way too close to a bunch of wolves right up next to each other, they decided the best option would be to head south for a while until they figured out what to do net. Ravioli has little complaint, happy to continue their adventure from one to the net. She doesn’t need somewhere to settle for more than a few days any more than @Q-Tip seems to. It does take a few days to get used to their new surroundings but she’d found an owl’s nest nearby and quietly, out of sight, she studied the schedule the nesting owl had and when she’d typically leave the nest for any extended amount of time.
 
This afternoon, when the owl takes flight for a hunt, Ravioli does the same. She circles the tree a few times before scaling it quickly, shuffling around until she finds what she’s looking for: two juicy great horned owl’s eggs. It’s a few months before spring comes and the rest of the birds are just starting but this treat will be wonderful to share with her companion.
 
A few moments go by and she’s shuffling back out, two eggs in hand, but the sound of the ground floor crunching beneath four heavy paws cause her to stiffen, looking down to see a dark figure moving slowly in her direction. Slowly, she shuffles along one side of the tree until she finds a branch she can stand on to reorient herself and her prize and safely avoid a run-in with another dark, large beast.