The Heartwood Now we're climbing higher

@Tundra   Set after this thread

Flicker slowed as she entered the heartwood, her eyes darting everywhere. There was a reason she'd kept away from the south-western side of the temporary territory. She'd been attacked here once before -- so soon it would happen again. This time, though, she was ready. So ready. The pair of birds clutched in her jaws were ready to be dropped for a favoured target.
Tundra.
It was no doubt she'd be following the southern woman.  

Flicker stalked with stealth and pride, her legs stiff but quick, her tail curled high and hackles bristled. She half wondered if she'd be blindsided or confronted. Or if she'd make it to the borders unscathed.