Cedar Sweep ursine

the day is unusually chill; the air sharp and crisp and dry. a short distance away, she can hear a creek bubbling along. it's the sound that draws her as she picks her way between the cedars, navigating them with ease. the terrain of blackfeather is difficult to travel, and she's learned from a young age how to navigate the unfamiliar. 

sunlight begins to dapple the ground more clearly as clouds shift away from the sky above, and the yearling catches the glint of sunlight on water ahead. increasing her pace, she beeline's to the creek's edge, sliding down the bank and thrusting her muzzle into the fast-flowing waters to drink deeply.