Felltree Marsh be quiet and drive

set directly before this, tag for ref

Snow fell, but it had been icy rain the days prior. 

A near-yearling doe had succumb to the freeze yesterday. He'd been patrolling the Rise when he'd seen the remains of the carcass, half-eaten, before it was submerged in a blanket of snow and ice. Knowing his sister all too well, he would fetch @Carrion who would later scarf down all that she could.

Before that, he was wise enough as to have saved a sizeable leg for himself. He, incredibly tediously, went through the effort to take it to the bog and hide it there; in hopes Carrion would not scrounge it up. He'd hidden it so well, in fact, he knew it would be difficult to find it again himself.

Today the Bjern aimed to make good and reap his cache. 

Lithe black paws guide him through the marsh as he recalls his steps.