Heron Lake Plateau Good morning sunshine

Choosing to cut and run was always the best option when things went sideways.

Mag knew to keep moving until nightfall. She was a bit irritated that her fishing and foraging had been so rudely interrupted, but by the third hour she had forgotten all about the child, and by evening and the following morning, her goals were refocused.

She was upon the banks of a sprawling lake. The water was placid. If she squinted through the morning mists, she thought she saw lake trout fins cutting the surface from time to time. This would be a good base of operations for the next few days, if she could manage a meal.