Blackfoot Forest starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

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salmon tongue flickered across her muzzle, finding there yet a hint of metal from the tiny catch long left behind. she'd slipped from the borders under the guise of seeking hunting ground, yet she'd truly only sought a brief respite from the craggy peak. something in her had shifted and settled; acceptance with what she'd done had come finally. 

and yet with acceptance came a silence and openness she did not know what to do with. she settled at the base of a tree, branches searching skyward as night lightened into dawn, the taint of day breaking over the horizon. ears flickered as somewhere above her a robin gave it's morning warcry, auds twitching as she slipped back to her paws, adopting a stalking trot as she wove betwixt the trees in search some creature that would validate her being here.