Duskfire Glacier all was dim, yet intense too,

tracking #3 (rolled for target: a raccoon, imaq will be detected)

With the afternoon came a broken cover of clouds, threatening to ruin her plans of a hunt. Imaq decided to abandon the large sheep's hide she was curing, thinking again of @Tzila (reference) and how she had promised to teach the dark mother-to-be how to cure her hides into fine, soft furs -- something suitable for the shadeling's unborn cubs to nest upon, Imaq thought with a smile. Another day, she determined as she tucked the half-pelt she'd claimed for herself away, cracked gaze lingering on the heavy clouds. She would have time for her projects, and for teaching, when the clouds broke and the rains washed away all traces of prey.

For now, she left her den and the Caverns entirely behind, loping easily along the plains and through the flowered fields of purple to loosen her warming muscles. When the aroma of a raccoon, a prey she was becoming more familiar with as she grew accustomed to living in the southern Wilds, caught her attention -- Imaq diverted, following after it at a slightly slower pace, lips parting so she could pant lightly and breathe the scent deeper into her lungs.