Gyrfalcon's Keep Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

Since she had expected to travel through the forest to reach the lands that the new pack might have settled upon she had not bothered to stalk her usual hunting grounds and instead chosen to see what game could be found on her way. With fawns on the way she had gone out of her chosen direction to follow a herd for most of the day, but they had revealed no weaknesses and the stag among their number had tines enough for her to think twice about going after the gravid doe. She had not wished to give up her quarry, but the herd was alert, and though they did not spot her directly they did not let down their guard and she surmised that they must have a sense that something was stalking them.

With some reluctance she had thought to try and hunt some smaller game, but had not come across any promising trails. When she passed out of the forest she realized that she had still found nothing. The bay had enough rivers and small pools that she had settled in hiding around one, waiting for dusk. Her patience was rewarded when a racoon approached which was why she was lugging the carcass of the surprisingly heavy creature to the edge of the keep, approaching all the way up to the boundary between the bay and the foothills. Setting down her offering she wondered if she should call and decided to wait a short while before raising the alarm wanting to make a favorable impression.

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