Bramblepoint Don't play with your food

She slipped from Moonspear's territory at the break of dawn on a quest to provide for both of Moonspear's newest broods. Whether it was for food or herbs, that would depend on which she came across first. Heading south east into the dense thicket of Bramblepoint, it soon became obvious the former was to be her goal for today.

While Lyra couldn't particularly be classed as a hunter, she added to their caches as needed and took opportunities as they arose. One such opportunity presented itself in the form of a middle-aged deer feasting upon the fallen fruits of the apple trees. With his back turned to her, the Ostrega stalked through the undergrowth as her blue eyes remained focused upon him.

She came to a stop as she tested the air, frowning as she detected no scent of disease or injury or weakness upon him. She wondered if any other more tempting targets were around. Surely he must be part of some herd?