Dragoncrest Cliffs This room'll stay just as it is now, for quite some time

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Scattered beneath the latest thicket of bushes, she found evidence that reassured her she was getting closer to what she wanted. Clear impressions from little bird feet in the snow, and a number of small, brownish and black feathers on the ground. Spruce Grouse, she thought- and they were exactly the kind of bird she hoped to hunt. They liked to dither around on the ground, pecking at whetever they could find for food, and they also liked to gather in bushes for shelter while they slept. She might have luck finding them yet, and if she could surprise them, then she might end up catching something to eat. 

She pulled her head out of the bushes, rattling the dry stalks when she heard a voice. At first, she flicked her ears forward- maybe it was Valravn, who was always a welcome friend and hunting partner, but....it wasn't. It was one of the two, young wolves who had joined the pack, that she hadn't really interacted much yet, aside from the dreaded meeting at the seashore. This was one of the wolves she figured would have taken part in the Seafoam Run after her mothers decided to open the competition in a bid she believed was motivated by pity. But having not been included in the first round- and seeing non-family members step forward to take Valravn's place had left a sour taste in her mouth. 

She swished her tail, and turned her ears back in mild annoyance. She'd have to tolerate the other adolescents in the pack for now, at least, but that didn't mean she had to be buddy-buddy with them.