Greatwater Lake noncommital

the carcass is only a day old, and by some miracle, had yet to be discovered by any formidable scavanger. location surely played a key roll; the aged doe had collapsed at the edge of a ravine only to fall into it in death, obscured by rock and rubble. the huntress is lucky, then, despite the difficulty of retrieving the carcass. 

she hesitates on the edge of the ravine, for a moment alert. something moves in the dense tangle of underbrush and firs, for a fleeting moment she is sure of it. another moment passes, uneventfully, and she blames the wind that carves through her fur. averting her attention, she focuses instead on skidding down the small, but steep, incline.