Lost Creek Hollow to bury yourself away

Hunting thread #4 — she's just discovering your border!

Juria had ventured east as dawn blossomed on the horizon, discovering a massive lake. She spent a few hours navigating the bank until she was distracted by the scent - and vague leftover clues - of a deer herd within the downs. By the time the sun was hanging properly in the sky Juria had traveled across the hillside and become ensnared in her hunt. Although she was a hefty creature she knew that taking down a deer on her own was unlikely; this was more of a scouting mission, but she was careful and precise as she tracked signs of the herd. The thinned trees began to collect in more abundance the further east she moved, until the hills were littered with trees and the scent of the deer was all but gone — in its place was the aroma of wolf, which made her tense and forget, temporarily, the task which pulled her this far from home.