Great Bear Wilderness BFW: Angel in blue jeans

The further she went in the forest, the quieter it seemed. This should have served as the second warning. No small prey fled at the sound of her footfalls, and in fact, they didn't seem to be present at all. Had she known about the plague of crows and ravens upon this forest, she would likely have agreed with the small prey. If she was a small rabbit or a mouse, she would have fled this forest long ago.

She could not anticipate the force coming toward her, though. Of course, if someone had warned her about it, Ptarmigan would have laughed in their face. Only raptors and ducks frightened the wolf, who felt she was above the influence of dirty crows and ravens. Yet her only warning, the only opportunity for laughter, was the silence and the shit-covered tree, and she missed those signs blatantly.