Bearclaw Valley → Nothing is lost,

Internal scream!!! I was just looking at her earlier today wondering when she was going to make her first post

Andr has been awake before the sun. Hunting within the nearby Wapun Meadow. The local pronghorn was his prey that day, and he would have been enjoying one for breakfast that day if he hadn't underestimated their speed. His first strike at the animal had been a surprise. Landing a bite to the front leg of the creature. As he released for another attempt it flung its hooves into the air, making Andr momentarily take a step back. From there it ran, much faster than Andr was expecting, towards the Bearclaw Valley.

The entrance to the valley was rugged, filled with rocks and large boulders. A terrain the pronghorn knew better than Andr, allowing it to gain the lead and slip into the valley. Looking up Andr could see the shape of the walls surrounding the valley. He hated the thought of leaving the creature injured and in pain. He had failed at the start, but would not leave the job undone. Seeing that it had limited exits, Andr took a breath and recalculated.

Nose in the air, then to the ground, tracking the smell of pronghorn and blood.