Lost Creek Hollow goldeagle

forward dated by about two days, so this thread takes place on the 30th!

She moved inland.

Her path smooth as an arrow’s flight, her steps quick. Huntress’s path was true, her hawk-gold eyes watchful. She skirted the boundaries of claims, weaving her way through the mountains and through to the other side.

Footsore and weary, she slowed her pace after weaving around yet another claim, her nose to the floor beneath her. She was quick to catch that night’s dinner, and she rested in the open, a half sleep that was not restful in the slightest.

Morning found her in a hollow, trees high above her, nose pointed at the sky. Sunlight caught the faint russets in her dark mantle, the cream of her haunches a burnished gold.