Sun Mote Copse Boombastic

@Penn 

One witner afternoon we found Wraen down at the muddy banks of the river, working on something diligently. Small piles of earth, greyish-brown foliage and grass were scattered around the area, while the Sovereign was elbow deep inside a freshly dug hole. A smell of dusty, damp fur and old meat wafted around, though due to the earlier cycles of freezing and thawing, it was not nearly as potent as it would have been in a warm summer day, for example.

Wraen would have missed the spot as well, had she not been checking other caches earlier in the day. Her olfactory centre in the brain was like a Google search. Once you had the similar keywords typed for few times, it tended to offer similar search results the next time around. Since no reserves during winter-time were fresh, it is clear, why she had been drawn to this spot and had managed to pinpoint it's exact location. 

The prize, when she finally got to it and had pulled it out in the open to examine, was less rewarding. It was - in fact - only an old deer hide, more fur and tough skin than anything useful. Wraen sniffed through her finding and tried to decide, what to do with it.