Morningside Cuesta enter, pursued by a memory

"yes." heda didn't want to take this perfect stranger into the bypass, but a small herd of five deer had recently made it their home. she remembered smatterings of this from childhood, where rivenwood would not leave its vast territory for months as prey simply came to them, to reside in the deep pine forests or beside the cool lagoon.
"up there," she murmured, gesturing to the forbidding high edge of the nearest stone wall, "it's like a valley with one entrance that's the exit as well. deer come in for the winter."
she shivered, her thin pelt brittle against the snow. slowly her body was forcing the hair growth but it had been slow in coming, and she lost valuable heat each time she left her den.
"i'm widow redhawk."