Herbalists' Cache I cannot close my eyes

By now, she was fairly certain she walked on unclaimed lands. Pack scent was blowing to her on a westward wind, but the snow-painted scene she found herself in was absent of activity. That made it a perfect place to hunt up something to eat - there were rabbits and pheasants in spades. She just had to find them.

Silently, she crept through the brush, nose twitching delicately as she tried to track her prey. The cold made it more difficult to pick up scents, but the warm, feathery smell of pheasants was definitely present in this area.