Felltree Marsh red duck

no ragrets

The sea was near, the crashing of waves just audible if Yura strained her ears enough. Excitement bubbled, bittersweet, eager to start afresh where Kukutux could not find her, where she could not see the guilt that plagued her so. 

Traversing this frozen marsh was not the picturesque view she'd had atop the rise, however, and the stargirl traipsed through knee-high snow in search of clearer land. A path nearby already cut - by who? Adjoining her own, the stargirl's nose twitched in surprise to smell the taiga clan here. 

Had Star Eater journeyed this far? No, for the scent was distinctly male and held a musk that she could only describe as unpleasant. She huffed, curiosity getting the better of her as she shadowed him quietly.