Kintla Flatlands Yet I’m still running, still going

Greyfalcon had been walking toward the borders of Ravensthorpe, her pre nightly patrol of the land. Lately she had been slightly restless within herself, so along the patrol she thought she might try to hunt some small game for the packs Cache.

She looked around, being alert. Many things started to come out at dusk, not all of them good willed. She picked up the scent of game, and trailed it she found what was making the smell. A rabbit, with little ones trailing behind it. She turned away, not to make a sound and hunted some other small game.