Great Bear Wilderness Where the mountains are less annoying and have a name

@Valour 

Three weeks ago...

Sarah was not a fan of mountains, but the search for food had driven her far away from her usual hunting grounds. And as the hunger grew more intense, she lost fear and walked the untrustworthy terrain despite the instincts that screamed at her that this was not safe. They should have saved their voices really. As we know already, Sarah had pathological no-fear of dying. 

It had paid off. A goat kid, injured during a rockslide and nearly dead. She ended it's misery quickly and ate it's meager flesh until there were only few bones and a skull left. Picked clean. In better spirits and more motivation she walked the path that led through narrowest part of the Sunspire range and ended up on the other side of the valley. 

It did not look much different from what it was on the other side, but Sarah cared little for appearances. It was practical matters that drove her inland and, once her paws were on the flatlands again, she began her search for tracks of any game.

Now...

Still feverish from the concurrent lung and wound infection Sarah made her way to the mountains again. Her situation was not improving as quickly as she would have wanted. So, the best choice seemed to turn back. When near the place, where she had had her meal, a memory stirred inside her feverish mind. She began to sniff around and search for something vigorously, until finally, under a little pile of rocks she unearthed a cache and pulled out the remnants of the goat bones.

Not much meat was left there, but at this point she her standarts as a not-picky eater had become even lower. She settled down and began to chew on the small thigh bone to get to the bone marrow. The smell suggested that it was still there and ready for being eaten.