Fox's Glade cadet

While winter would surely cut her scouting back to a minimum, she felt some freedom to resume her practice now that the Valley had several capable guardians to take over when she ranged past the sentry stone and out into the meadow. She would be back by nightfall, she decided- gather the others and hunt in the hour just after the sun fell. 

Nose lowered, she moved through the meadow, heading North with the intention of getting as far as the lake where migratory ducks and geese often stopped on their long journey. The wind bent the drying grasses, carrying with it the scent of the wolves of Kvarsheim from the East; they were likely due a visit sometime soon. A murmuration of starlings bunched, expanded, and twisted overhead as she entered the glade. Their chattering followed her as the cloud of birds settled into the branches of the trees for a break. 

She nosed about, disinterested in the set of fox tracks she had found. She searched instead for the scent of prey, for wanderers, and had nearly declared the glade an uneventful stop in her range until she happened upon two sets of tracks- and found one of them to be familiar. 

She paused and lifted her head, to see if she could spot the mahogany-pointed woman was within sight. Her tracks were fresh, her scent strong; she'd passed through that very spot only moments ago. 

She paused to reflect for a moment, wondering how Redd might receive her and found herself pondering a multitude of potential outcomes. Her curiosity might come back to haunt her, but she pursued the tracks nonetheless at a jog.