Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

She was in luck! The trail she followed soon branched in to a gully in one direction (which smelled sharply like soil despite being mostly composed of ice) and through a copse of trees to the left; she chose to go left, zipping along with long strides that made her appear less like a stilted crane and more -- well, like a somewhat graceful heron, which wasn't far off of the original point. Camilla ducked her head as she entered the copse, where the ferns and reeds grew rampant.

Here the scent was the strongest and it really got her blood flowing. She'd almost completely forgotten her motivation at this point; that she wanted to impress Phox, find him something and gift it to him, was important to her but she was so zeroed-in on her task that the concept fell to the backburner. She roamed among the trees and then there came a shriek -- some snarling -- and a death-wrattle.

When Camilla emerged she had a small lump of fur between her teeth connected to a bigger lump dragging through the grass, and its coat was a striking orange.