Deepwood Weald Nose on the grindstone

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Deeper and deeper Wren had wandered. Now acquainted with the lands to some degree, her confidence grew, and the closer she got to territories she could smell pack wolves in. Never too close did she wander; only investigating from the sidelines, watching from afar. She was comfortable with that for the time being.

Over the course of a day or two, she'd crossed from the floodlands and through the edge of a valley. By her second evening, she had found coverage within the forest, which she was thankful for. Secluded and quiet, untouched by others, as far as her nose could tell. Thick sagebrush and woodland ferns, trees that loomed way, way, way above her head, full of birds eagerly awaiting hatchlings in the oncoming warm months. A comfortable enough place to find a meal and take a much-needed break, save for the humidity.

She'd snuffed out an unassuming hare, ambushing it and snatching it between her jaws, offering it a comfortable and quick end. A small meal, but one she could settle for. She carried it with her as she continued onward, movements languid yet dragged down by drowsiness, body held close to the earth. She left no trace, so she thought. No one would bother her here.