Overture Downs If you've done nothing wrong

Enough days had passed that Treason was sure that it would be very clear if the bear was still lurking and they weren't just getting muddled up in old scents.  Hopefully with winter rearing its ugly head they wouldn't have to worry about the damn thing for a few months (or maybe it would just die in an avalanche, that was acceptable), but she wanted to make sure.

And so, Treason set off into the Downs.  It seemed kind of ironic that she was yet again looking for bears next door, but this time, she was really hoping to not find any evidence, as opposed to the 'HAH, I told you!' factor that had come with the Vale.  It was already fairly late in the day, so she wouldn't be wandering too far, but hopefully a good distance past where Rannoch was attacked at the very least.  Confirm the bear was gone, maybe grab a snack on the way, head home.  That was pretty much the plan.  Her path was a broadly-stretched serpent, doing her best to make sure she hit as many likely trails as possible.  Her steps were careful, placed only when she was sure she wasn't destroying a track.

It wasn't going to be the fastest process, but it needed to be done.