Heron Lake Plateau the honey pot

He had wandered to the southwest portion of the territory, one of the few places he hadn't explored in depth before the arrival of his usurpers family. Here he traipsed along the waterway's edge until the earth showed a clear declination - and he found the water emptying in to the hinterlands. The sound of the water crashing made his ears twist back. Eventually he turned and left the roaring behind, and was perusing the rest of the territory's edge in an effort to patrol.

What Raven had said did sink in to him. He understood that nobody trusted him and the best way to fix that was to work. Screech wasn't sure what he wanted to work on — so he was left to wander. He kept retracing his steps along the southern border until he found a copse of trees, where he stopped to relieve himself, and in the process of doing that he found some peculiarities.

Among the trees was a pile of scat but he couldn't figure out what creature had made it. It wasn't filled with seeds and grass like he'd expect from a deer, but there was a lot of it. A few feet away, as Screech investigated along a nearby raise in the plateau, he found one of the trees had been scored, as if by claws. The sight of it made the fur of his spine stand on-end, and he looked wildly about, wondering if the beast was still in the area.