Whitefish River keep your head up

Blacktail Deer Plateau is a lovely place, brimming with life. Many ungulates gather just at the edge of the plateau. Some even dwell within the forest though she doubts they'll stick around so long as @Mallaidh, @Saarthal, and herself are around. The other girls tended to break off and explore but for the first few days since their arrival, Varinril is at home here on the plateau. The encounter with that aggressive male is fresh in her mind. Her scruff is sore where he had a firm grip on her and she rashly tried to free herself. Stupid move, that one. And then she had a breakdown. That was fun.

Despite that hiccup, Varinril feels her excitement subjugate her stress. She can't let unfortunate happenings color her whole life; she's not that type of wolf. So she greets the overcast morning sky with renewed vigor, eager to find her wings. She breaks free of the treeline, nose at work. Upon their arrival at the plateau, the territory itself had a few scents trails leading out of the woods. Varinril thought it best to follow one of the fresh ones in hopes of finding a herd of - you guessed it - black-tailed deer. The scent trail she is tracking now is unquestionably a deer and a male one at that. Close to three years old from what the scat tells.

It isn't long before the scent of water pulls her from her task. She stops and raises her head, surveying the long stretch of rushing waters before her. Hmm. The trail ends at the water's edge. Did the ungulate cross this current? Hard to believe with how choppy the waters are. The river was overflowing, too. Likely from all the recent rainfall. She sighs. So much for that.