Swiftcurrent Creek It's difficult to say what's luck and what's not.

On the border!

The scent of freshwater tangled with that of many wolves in this area, and so there was a certain kind of trepidation to the dark woman's movement. She wasn't afraid, not exactly that, but she knew to be cautious and alert.
The snap of a branch overhead made her pause and lift her attention higher, witnessing a flicker of movement as a dappled bird zipped away. There followed a distant chirrup and then silence, but the woman remained wary.
It felt too quiet for the time being.
After a few beats of her heart, she settled back upon her haunches; then bowed, taking in the scents along the earth again.