Boartusk Heights on the brighter side of grey

Counting toward Zsu's hunting trade requirement.

A rain of loose rocks cascaded down the mountain. The fur of the sable hued female was dusted in a sheen of grey; paws and legs dirtied more so than the rest. Jaws agape, her breath was ragged as she clambered up the ridge. Hot on the hooves of a boar that wandered down from the alpine zone, this was an opportunity for a meal more sizable than weasels she been accustomed to before joining ranks with the Saints. Zsuzsa ventured out of Hideaway Strath over to the towering crags of Boartusk Heights for the day. She was familiar with the Heights upon first venturing into the Wilds and knew there was a selection of goat and bighorn that traversed the Heights. Bighorns were out of her range for the time being and goats proved a challenge but doable. It was sheer luck on this day a boar would be discovered.
 
It wasn’t going to be easy. She first encountered the boar rounding a boulder, taking it by surprise, in which it lost its footing in a startling attempt to run and tumbled down the mountain. Zsuzsa slid down after it on the heels of her paw pads, although the boar composed itself quickly and began sprinting back up. Her movement was perfunctory among the sharp terrain, but the boar held more experience with a balance under slippery gravel. Overhead the Raven soared in a circular motion, surveying the hunt from the skies. It knew to stick around to enjoy leftover entrails of the hunt once done, but that could take some time. The boar was trailing higher with Zsuzsa in tow. This had to be quick or else the window of opportunity would disappear.