Whitefish River I can feel the touch from another world

At eight months old, Saena was old enough to not only hunt on her own, but join the pack in their pursuits as well. Her attempts did wonders for her confidence following her choice to take up the mantle of Gamekeeper, a decision she'd not made lightly. The trade made her think of her adoptive father and her flighty sister, but it was a necessity. The pack had only one Gamekeeper, and she'd never met him. She thought it safe to assume he was not reliable, and knew to be useful to her real family, she would need to step up to the plate.

The pack's most recent hunt had been successful, but Saena's appetite for cached flesh wasn't sated by the capture. She descended into the flatlands shortly after feeding, intent on bringing something back to add to the considerable amount of meat they'd secured. She followed the line of the frozen Whitefish Creek into the Heartwood, a new and unfamiliar place that she was sure housed hares and other small game.

As soon as she was amongst the bare trees, Saena thrust her head low and began to prowl in search of food. Her ears were thrust purposefully forward and her steps were quick and quiet, all signs that she was busy and didn't want anyone interfering with her. Her search paid off, for half an hour in, Saena caught the scent trail of a jackrabbit and began diligently following it, pleased with the chance that she might bring something home.