The Heartwood obsidian flake

in the meeting of glen-land to heartwood was where muskrat found the third small shadow moving unattended. her departure from the mountains had at first been in pursuit of another hunt, more meat added to caches for the coming cold.

yet swiftly it had become something else; she had lost sight of the elk-pair and padded on anyway, tongue lolling.

night to day to night to morning; she came across many scents entangled and fell far back from the glen. among the trees she watched dozens of others come and go, realizing quickly that she would not have been hardly noticed had she walked out among them. what was this? what was its purpose?

to @Hex she would report the gathering, but not before muskrat spied a souvenir to explain her absence.

tiger-eye in the coming night, she moved noiselessly, letting no sound escape her lips as like an owl she swept down upon the poor rabbit that was @Alasdair and dragged him bodily back into the forest.

a scuffle; a bruising act to subdue him; and she was carrying off the ridge's latest captive. perhaps even their newest warrior — provided she had the boy's cooperation.