Redhawk Caldera Another Cookie for the Jar

Tempest dipped her head politley as Somnia explained. At the words "Lead the way,", Tempest sprung into action. She followed the trail at a steady lope, getting into her element. Sometimes the trail would fade, and she would simply go into the general direction the trail had lead until she found it again.

Piles of droppings and bits of fur caught in the brush were easy to spot, and Tempest followed the trail without to many problems. The deer smelled closer and closer, until she finally caught sight of it in a small clearing. She stopped, eyes on the deer. She silently murmered"What should we do?" she thought the does back leg looked a bit off, twisted. Maybe that was why she alone.