Barrow Fields high octane

Just like most days, Haunt intended to spend her time tracking Broken Antler. The name had come to her while gnawing on the piece of antler in bed last night. Immediately, she began to think of the entire herd by that calling card, named for the lead stag.

But Mother Nature had other plans for her today. After drinking from the stream that wound near the territory's far border, she spontaneously rousted a rabbit and gave chase. The fleet-footed critter led her in a zigzag pattern alongside the creek, past the borders. Soon the water dropped away behind them and the hare vanished down a hole in a sprawling field.

Haunt drew up and caught her breath, then loped toward where her prey had disappeared. There was a small burrow in the grass. She began to sniff around, quickly finding others. Perhaps this was a was a warren, a discovery which made her think of her older brother, @Warlock.