Sheepeater Cliff bloodaunt

Hope you don't mind me invading all your threads..

The mountains were vast, and Mae was beginning to understand that Hearthwood's corner of them was rather small by comparison. Their territory was closer to the valley, the coast. This was unsettling to the Frostfur-Mayfair, who reasoned to herself that it would be easy for danger to catch them unaware from the mountains. High ground was always better.

So she took to exploring, making mental notes of where she found the scents of others threaded through the mountains. This time it was the sight of a stranger in the distance which caught her eye. She paused, watching the pale figure from afar for a moment. Then she started to follow from a distance, deciding she would find out where he was headed.