Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

Will count this toward Zsu's hunting trade.

Winter Solstice arrived, wasting no time taking its icy grip upon the Wilds. The squabble of water avians of geese and ducks alike disappeared from the shallow shores of the wetland. The moose that were common here, along with pronghorn that wandered out from the confines of Haunted Wood to graze lightly in the wetlands, were the only creatures seen and were destined to move back into the forest shortly for protection. The Mackenzie traversed over Boartusk Heights down into the southern valley of Great Bear Wilderness. She did not want to stray far from the Hinterlands in case there was business to attend back at the Strath, but her hunger needed to be satiated. The more she consumed, the more she craved.  
 
It was pre-dawn. The sable hued Mackenzie found it ideal to hunt either in the dawn or dusk hours. The grounds here were soft, an advantage or disadvantage depending on how keen a predator or prey’s ability was to navigate through the fen. Her nose led her to these mossy lands, the chilled morning breeze carrying the scent of pronghorn. There was a small band of them by the glen’s waterside, two adult females and one male with their tails turned to Zsuzsa. The male was on steady watch as the two others drank, although would occasionally crane down himself to drink. Her steel eyes, unmoving, were focused on the trio. She stalked low in the distance, contemplating how to go about this scenario.