Lost Creek Hollow strike rate

By now, she had settled in, rested up, hunted a bit, and familiarized herself with the territory her new pack claimed. All standard matters so far, and she did so keeping largely to herself in these earliest times, citing a need for a recharge before shifting her gears once again--now not only for herself or the lands that had raise her and hers, but for Lost Creek's purpose too. She was getting there, though, coming around with a little time, and feeling less like a stranger to the place by the day.

Soon, it would be time for her to set off again and head for the mountain range.. but the tremors rippling from those distant shifts were enough to stall her progress. Nothing good was sure to come of anything of that magnitude, and although she was curious of the effect.. something told her not to rush at that one.

So, here she prowled closer to the namesake creek, hoping to maybe flush one more rabbit before the gray skies decided to turn totally towards rain. She wasn't having any luck so far, so kept jogging on carefully.