Shadowwyn Moor i might fade like a sigh if I stay

The rabbit's scent led her across the wind-stripped flatland, from one cluster of bent, gnarled trees to another. But no matter how long she searched, Bat simply couldn't close in on the hare. Eventually, she was forced to give up the hunt and turn back toward the hollow.

En route, she passed the spot where she'd bumped into the two strangers. They were long gone. Bat slowed and paused, sniffing at their paw prints in the dust, cataloging the faint scents. She would return to the creek empty-handed as far as game, though her inner scout was pleased at gleaning a little bit of information about her current surroundings.