Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

Hope you don’t mind Bjorn dropping in.

Bjorn had been up early, as it was the only way to make use of the few hours of daylight that was present during the winter. He started at the cache, checking the level. The deer he and Moss caught had been a major contribution, and should last for some time, but he didn’t want to take any chances. On his way off of the camp, he came across a track of paw prints in the snow. He dropped his nose to try and catch any hint of who they belonged to. His nose had told him they belonged to a female, but he couldn’t get an exact identity. From there, he made his way towards the mudminnow river to spend the morning fishing, tracking the paw prints at the same time. He reached the river, and the tracks stopped, only to resume on the other side. Curiosity got him and he continued on till he crested the top of a slope, and crowning it was Vale Enid. The tracks belonged to her. He kept a short distance between them, calling out warmly: “Good morning Vale. Another early bird I see.”