Otter Creek Pray or Prey

Set sometime before her visit to BFW

Swift and quiet, Halo loped through a lingering dusk—her favorite time of day—and followed the scent of water. The raven (or crow, she didn't know) was not absent. He swung over her, cawing in his own language, perhaps wanting to pester her, but the yearling was not concerned by his presence. They had just shared a meal; or rather, Halo had eaten what she would of a hare, and he had finished the scraps as she moved on.

Mouth dry and lipsticked with blood, she soon found the source of her search, and the small wolf crouched lightly at a trickling separation of the main creek. Lemon eyes darted back and forth, and briefly she glanced up to see her avian shadow disappear into a small corpse of trees. Should trouble emerge from any other direction, she made a mental note that she would head that way.