Duskfire Glacier oops!!!

The herd had meandered east from the ravine, taking up temporary residence in the marsh. Haunt soon left them there, finding tracking them in the swampy conditions pretty untenable. Maybe she could've taken the opportunity to practice stalking behavior in less than ideal conditions, though she couldn't clear out of that filthy place fast enough.

She paused on the neighboring plain to clean the cold slime from her legs and underside, which took more than an hour. Still stained a brownish green color in places, Haunt gave up and took to her feet. She wandered east too, tempted by the sight of the moraine in the distance for no particular reason.

When she arrived there, she sidled along the edge of the glacial path, stopping to peer up at the great wall of icy rock. She smelled wolves. Haunt's brow furrowed, her tail beginning to twitch like an agitated cat's. This was the far edge of Broken Antler's range. Did she need to worry about another pack competing with Sapphique over the herd?