The stranger in the shadows.

Morgana nodded. She liked the sound of exploring. Just then a hoard of crows flew above our heads, cawing an ominous call of the hunt. Morgana scowled at the winged creatures. She detested the fact that they scavenge, picking off of someone else's kill. But she adrmired their cunningness, their ability to get away with anything...literally. She signalled Fenris to follow her, heading the direction the birds were.

Morgana followed them silently, the estranged cawing, ringing in her ears. She stopped at a small cliff, low enough to jump down. But she didn't, instead, she surveyed the land below. There was a river, frozen through, tough enough to walk on. On the other side of the river, was another cliff, a dying tree gaming over the side. She spotted the source of the crowd, a dead deer. It looked like it had attemped to jump, the result, breaking its neck. She motion for Fenris to come over, Should we go down?, she asked in amusement.