Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

After her run-in with the pale wolf on the coast, Blackbear had been rather reclusive. She was embarrassed by how badly she'd lost that fight, especially after her not-so-impressive showing the day that band of Rusalka wolves had wandered onto their land. Besides, she'd realized she could be of better use in the territory, hunting and organising the caches and keeping a weather eye on the various populations of prey animals. Today, she was counting deer. There were not as many here as there had been on the taiga, but still enough that she was having trouble getting an accurate count. It would take more careful observation, and she was more than ready to set the task aside for the day.

Plus, she was hungry. But she wanted to find this small splinter herd and get a headcount before moving on to supper and a nap. The mottled shewolf was trotting in their direction at a steady clip, already having a good idea where they'd stopped after having spent so many days observing the herds in this area.

@Natjuk