Silver Moraine kill

She continued to range. The scraps from the morning hardly sated her. A peak came into view in the distance; Tikigâk forged toward it, long-legged strides carrying her with ease toward the Moraine. 

Tikigâk, all the while, searched with her nose for another meal—still she kept each of her senses attuned to her surroundings.

Many scents were then carried to her as she neared the edge of one’s claim; she halted midstride for the briefest of moments, and then turned to range a good distance away from the marked land. She would need to move on, she knew.