Bearclaw Valley → Nothing is lost,

BEARCLAW VALLEY
SUNRISE
PARTLY CLOUDY
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First thread! Manon is very skinny from lack of food.

Frigid. Manon's dark coat frilled against the light breeze, chilling her skin. It was what woke her from her slumber. That, and the crest of the sun over the dual peaks of mountains. Sunlight cut through her lids, irritating her, and she opened them against her will. Another day, another challenge to find food. It seemed that's all she did these days— scourge for food akin to a local vulture. It embarrassed her to be in such a shape that she was. She was better than this.

But there was no reflection of how difficult it was. Each time she attempted a hunt, she'd been rudely interrupted by a much larger predator, and Manon had no desire to fight so hard for a small meal. However, things were different now, weren't they? Her stomach ached, growled from the depths, and she knew that she was down to a fine line.

So the maiden stood from her groggy slumber, stretching her limbs, and started through the tall blades of grass to search for a meal.