Grouse Thicket Sun it rises

Sunlight burst from the mountains. Golden morning light showered across the earth.

The hunter watched quietly from the thicket. Clouds were on the rise and would overtake the sun, Foxfur could see that. It struck him that it would likely be another day of tracking through rainfall. 

Had the masked figure not found the trinkets left behind with the Crow's scent upon them, he might have been frustrated. No, Foxfur found the nearness of his target to bring him motivation and peace of mind. He was tired after days of travel. The elusive reward was just out of reach.