Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

There were great days and there were bad days and then there were days like these, when Dwin's mood reflected the weather perfectly. Cloudy, with a hint of rain and dim light all around, making the world appear as if it was wrapped in perpetual twilight. She had hunted and scouted for the better part of the morning and around mid-day she had retired to Lake Rodeny. There she had dug a little hollow in the sand, lied down and had watched fish doing their fish thing in the water. The activity helped to meditate and she often dozed off. 

By late afternoon Dwin felt strong and well-rested enough to explore Bramblepoint. A scent trail of a wild-cat interspersed with one of blood from a fresh kill, piqued the young hunter's interest. With nose to the ground she sniffed her way ahead, stopping occasionally to pick up the rich scent and getting more excited the further she went. A feather here and there told her that this was some sort of a bird. After a while she found an square meter big area, where the feathers were scattered around and in the middle lied the sorry remains of the bird. 

A small snack is still a snack. She thought to herself, picking up the leftover bones and continuing to crunch on them, while she continued her trip. Mid-chew she stopped, lifted her muzzle up and tasted the air. Rutting season had begun for deer and she had caught this scent everywhere. Particularly in the fen, where the most of deer fighting and mating took place. Maia had warned her to steer clear of the deer during this time, because they were simply in not their right mind, ready to fight anyone, whether it was a fellow, testosterone pumped deer or a wolf, who happened to plot, how to cook them. 

The wisdom was to find them and hunt them down after the season had ended. When the losing parties as well as the winning ones were exhausted and the weakest. Out of interest though, Dwin decided to follow this scent in hopes of seeing the contestants and witnessing a fight. The loser would have the honour of becoming the most appreciated dish in Brecheliant. 

Off she went.