Shadow Mountain zoka

hunting.
hunger and instinct were heda's most constant bedfellows now. when she was not wrapped in light, fitful sleep, she was hunting for her girls and for john as well, splitting the tasks of food-gathering and patrols between the pious man and herself.
today, a herd of elk tested her mettle; she followed them into a sweeping rain which led her out of the rising sun and into the mountain range once more.
day had passed to night. heda found herself in the unfamiliar stone teeth and glanced around. 
the clatter of hooves on shale swung her ears forward, and she followed with growling belly.