Blacktail Deer Plateau preparing for winter

It was getting colder. Grezig’s skin itched every now and then and she knew it was because her winter coat was coming in. There was often frost on the ground when she awoke and went outside, and she was glad for the protection of the the Door. She wondered now if they would have been so lucky had they settled down in the Vale. The mountains would have protected them from the worst of the snows, perhaps, but she couldn’t help imagining the Vale as a giant bowl, slowly filling up with snow and freezing them all to death. It was a stupid thought, but it made her glad for the cave they all used to sleep in at night.

She trotted out into the open, wondering what to do today. Perhaps hunt a bit. Prey was becoming harder to come by and they needed all they could find for the winter. With that in mind, she put her nose to the dirt and began sniffing out something to catch. A hare, anything. Just something to put in a cache for later.