Moonspear Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips

Finding her place was not as simple as she once assumed it may be; travelling beyond the mountain was hardly her thing, nor patrols or much anything else besides finding new crevices to call her own. But recently she’d taken a liking to hunting—more specifically, small game. It was easier than large game and something she could do on her own—additionally, certain animals often led her to new hideaways as they sought to escape her. It was the latter she was most interested in, of course, and what had her trailing after the scent of a raccoon.