Whitefish River The soft and fading light

Seeing as this looks like a little lonely thread, I hope you won't mind me? If any of the tagged parties join, Wraen can leave. :)

Instead of spending her day hunting and tracking in Hoshor plains, Wraen wanted to venture further for a change. Once she had arrived to the Whitefish river and spotted a flock of mallards in the distance, a decision was made to remain in the area for now. Her ordeal with the goose-hunt was still vivid in her memory, therefore she was quite happy that her objects of interest were smaller in size, numerous and more inclined to run than to defend themselves and attack.

She approached the flock with relative ease and meandered in their vicinity nonchalantly, sniffing around, nearing the birds and then distancing herself. To her mind this was the way to go - make herself as inconspicious as possible and get them used to her presence. She was about to take her hunt from level 1 (approach) to level 2 (first attempt), when something else alerted and scared the ducks - with flapping sound they all left the ground and landed several feet over to, where there was water visible between the cracked and melted ice.

Wraen's disappointment was great and, failing to see any fault with her doings, she turned around to find out, who else was to blame. She caught sight of a black wolf in a distance - too far away to be the cause, but close enough to spark the young hunter's curiousity and encourage her to walk towards the person, which was of less interest to her than the object he or she was carrying in his/her mouth.