Northstar Vale (M) In memory of Keith.

he had taken up tracking. although the coming cold made such difficult. plant life waned and less wished to graze across the vale on their way elsewhere. still he tried to keep an eye on things. mountain birds that dotted the hillsides or what was within their caches. a hint to the things he might find.

so he was nearly prone in a patch of icy grass, backside unprotected.

his olive gaze remained fixed upon white-tailed ptarmigan. not wishing to scare it off. hoping that if it did take off, he might know where it made home.