Redhawk Caldera Genius titles of clever nonesenses

@Black Hat

Sarah had spent her night at a place that had been under her maternal uncle's rule for many years. Since she had no interest in history of any kind, she would not have cared, even if she had known. All that mattered that this obviously had once been a home for wolves - dens and traces of old caches and barely visible paths criscrossing the territory were sure signs - and that no one lived here anymore. 

In the morning she left the den and took a walk around the area to see, if it had any more practical uses to her in terms of food. By the water she caught the pungent smell of muskrats, even saw some promising burrows, but for now the feisty rodents did not show themselves to her. Oh, well, the search continued.