Sun Mote Copse the bent-neck lady

Maybe @Aklark ??

He turned south, although Tulimaq had decided he hated the idea of going further south rather than returning north to his kin - to where the wolves were stronger and more attuned to his familiar way of life - and soon found himself crossing through forested tangles, over irregular hills, even briefly becoming exposed in the center of the hinterlands and spying a distant plateau. The man only stopped when he knew he had reached some kind of limit, and bedded for the night in the copse. Shafts of moonlight illuminated swaths of the forest floor, turning wilted ferns silver and showing him the best place to roost until morning.

And, in the morning, Tulimaq felt a little better. A fresh layer of light snow had fallen overnight; it made everything look a little more familiar. But the man was still disgruntled, for he knew he would have to find something to eat, and he wondered if he'd encounter any passive creatures here -- as he had in the valley, and in the wilderness creeping between the mountains. He shook the snow from his pelt and sullenly got to work, stalking through the forest in search of something to fill his gut and warm him up.