Swiftcurrent Creek and it's all because of you

A quick grin flashed over her features at Smoke's easy agreement, and Mae nodded. Eventually the path took them to the cache, still close enough to the river to faintly hear the rushing water. One ear cocked back to listen for Tsaesci, Mae stepped toward it and got right to work. She let her nose guide her.

It only took a few quick swipes of her paw to scrape away the dirt, and then the aged remnants of bones and fur. Mae grimaced when her claws caught on a fish bone, shaking her paw a few times to throw it off. There, she muttered as she stepped back. Then she lifted her head, looking around. The world was nothing but shadows of varying darkness, as it had been since the injury which took most of her eyesight, but Mae had learned to parse the shadows to an extent. She knew where she wanted to go.

Borders first? Near the wetlands, Mae gestured with her muzzle. Always trouble over that way. And all that nasty ass water washes away scents real quick.