Boartusk Heights For here he owns, that now and then

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Veering a hard turn west, the Mackenzie diverged from the Great Bear Wilderness to follow the horizon. When she made her inception into Teekon Wilds, the weather was warmer than usual and her first escapade landed her on a former faux necropolis of the Nightwalkers. Although she was prone to sticking close to the shadows with overhead cover, at the same time she was gladly absolved from that strange woodland. Making a beeline across the grasslands, Zsuzsa sought her next refuge ascending the jagged shelves of this uncharted vista. At least from a lofty plateau, she could get a better lay of the land beyond the mountain range from here.
 
Hunger was a permanent state for Zsuzsa. The martens, even though the most easily accessible and abundant of smaller mammals, never satiated her fully. Finding adequate sustenance competed with her priority of travel and today, the famishment was pining strongly. She would be inclined to eat the Raven that flew as her shadow above her if it ever came close enough. Upon surveying the land temporarily from her heights, there was more plentiful land northwest. Nearby, she saw the same veiled woodland and the same promise for suitable prey within its density.
 
The way her paws danced over the earth made it seem like she traversed these heights before. Meandering down the slope, Zsuzsa didn’t realize another large, darkly cloaked figure also had the idea of gravitating toward the area until the peripheral of her silver eye caught movement a couple of yards away. Skidding to a halt, her heart skipped a beat. … Can’t be them. Couldn’t be them. Finding the nearest tusk shaped boulder she could on the face of the slope, her lithe figure ducked behind in hiding. It was likely the other wolf long since saw her matched descent and even if they didn’t, the circling of the Raven overhead was a blatant sign. She shot a steely look at the Raven, who cared less whether or not she wished attention to be drawn her way. Just her luck the Raven would act in the manner of a vulture of all times to do so.

If the wolf was indeed a part of the search party her father sent, she underestimated how well-traveled they were. Her adrenaline rose, readying herself for a potential conflict.