Great Bear Wilderness silence of siberia

Junior didn't notice her follower until the raven cawed. The pup glanced upward, mistaking it for a different bird entirely. Perhaps a flock of them lived in this wood. She saw its beak clacking noisily but she didn't pick up on the words. When she was younger, she had been rather fascinated by birds. Nowadays, they were far too commonplace to interest her much.

Soon enough, her gaze dropped back to scour the terrain at eye level. The forest floor was covered in soft soil, pine needles and a light scattering of leaf litter. She paused and began to nose around, hoping to unearth a particularly large leaf from the jetsam.