Barrow Fields the oblong box

set for yesterday, 1/22, and Round 2 will begin on 1/27 — @Prophet @Augur @New Snow @Ashlar @Masquerade @Redd @Relic @Lilia @Reki @Bobcat

the Rise is close enough to spot in the near distance, looming large above the surrounding territories, a comforting bulwark against the gray sky. she lifts her nose as if in salute, almost able to taste the air of her home.

but it's still tinged with ocean spray, here, and she'd forge on—but the game is afoot.

a small band of deer, clustered near a rocky outcrop on the edge of the fields, staying out of the wind while they nose through the snow, looking for the grass beneath. a couple does are pregnant, and she'd leave them be; she's more interested in the yearling buck, his antlers still small and the whites of his eyes showing clear and wild.

he's a nervous one, she thinks. one they could easily distract and cut away from the others. sure, letting him grow a bit longer would maybe benefit them in the long run—but with age would come wisdom and experience, and he'd grow larger and all the more dangerous.

better to cut him down now and feast, Avicus surmises, as she lays low within a small depression in the ground, dusted in snow, watching the little herd.

softly, furtively, she croons for her pack, summoning them to her side with a warning for quiet.