Blacktail Deer Plateau I remember you when i was young

@Finley

Blue stepped forth from the den and with a small whine she stretched. She shifted and shook her black pelt, the little bits of dirt, and herbs littering her floor falling out of her pelt. She smoothed the tufts of fur that lay up, back down with her muzzle and tongue, and then with one last look around she began to head towards the borders.

She started at a loping run, but she soon slowed it down as she came across a game trail. Why not do some hunting while she patrolled the borders after all, Winter was fast approaching and no one knew how it would be. Better to be prepared than not, that was how she felt about it.