Firefly Glen So you found another way

@Hydra :D

Maia wasn't doing a whole lot of scouting outside of whatever trips with Wraen, but she was still ranging.  She'd slimmed down alarmingly since the food shortage started, and hunting tended to end up more like scouting whether she liked it or not.  

Today she'd gone farther than usual and still hadn't had any luck, frustratingly.  What she wouldn't give for a nice fat duck, or rabbit, or even maybe a frog.  Sure they looked slimy, but they weren't so bad once you got past the feel.  

Maia started across the field before her, daydreaming about food more than actively looking, which was probably part of her problem.  Pheasant.  Or even pig, unlikely as it was she'd catch it alone.  As she exited the shade, she glanced back, making sure she could still see the faint outline of the mountains at her back.  It was habit by now, thankfully.  Hopefully wherever they went next was as distinguishable, or she'd have to be way more careful about where she went.