Silverlight Terrace at last

Today was shining down upon her with luck. The nearly whole carcass of a buck had been left in the fields of rolling green, Waawaashkeshi hopping over to it with her tail waving. She scented no trouble in the air.

Reaching down to eat her fill, she considered taking some back to Nasamiituuq. Not too much, she did not want to be greedy. Something left like this was to be shared.

She scrunched her nose after a moment of her munching, promptly lifting her head up. The taste of something strange had hit her tongue. Rearing back, a sense of panic hit her.

Scavenging came with it's troubles, but this was new. She had not scented it, but the taste was surely herbal. Not nearly skilled enough with herbs herself, she merely froze in the moment. Who would play such a cruel trick? Was it dangerous?