Ravensblood Forest It's in my blood, my bite

Asara walked reluctantly but asked one more question. If we kill all the birds and none of the eggs hatch, what will we hunt? Maybe it was a silly question to ask right now, but it was still a concern she was starting to come to understand. As she moved farther away from the eggs and the scent of the bird grew stronger once more her mind began to shift back onto the hunt. She scanned the ground again for prints, and noticed a feather on the ground. She sniffed it, taking the scent with her before continuing onward.