Sun Mote Copse Coyote ugly.

Towhee woke up to the smell of blood and a tacky sensation near her tail. When she rolled over, she saw she’d bled on the deerskin. She frowned around The Taigh, glad to see nobody else was present to bear witness. She stood, stepping off the soiled bedding before snagging it with her teeth and dragging it outside. Towhee would try to rinse it before calling it a total loss.

She paused outside the doorway, eyes slitted against the winter glare. Towhee didn’t see anyone out here either. She glanced down at the bloodstained hide, wondering if she should be concerned about the continued bleeding. She was much more worried about destroying her daughter’s things, though as she bundled the skin, she wondered if @Fennec might be able to help her.

If memory served, the pond in Orca’s Forest and Fish’s Loch were equidistant from the large den. Towhee plucked the loosely folded skin off the ground and strode north, choosing the former for its relative concealment.