Blackfeather Woods confetti and trinkets

Tytonidae had been traveling south, following a rather elusive doe that seemed to barely outwit her over and over again. She barely comprehended that she had left the confines of The Sunspire, so focused on her task. The yearling continued to track her prey, knowing that unless she managed to prove herself as a gamekeeper soon, she never would. She was sick of everybody outpacing her, and she knew that she had to do something with her life if she ever expected to be anywhere near what her sisters had turned out to be. (Making some vague assumptions that she'll hear about Redtail Rise from Osprey Jr.)

The yearling continued to pursue her intended meal, the trail leading her further and further from the borders of her home. The sudden, intense scent of another pack's boundaries stopped her in her tracks, though. Then, in a very uncharacteristic move, Ty said "fuck it" to herself, and began to nervously continue to trail her meal right past the scent markers. Really, how likely was it that somebody would be right here, right now. She would get in, get her kill, and high tail it out of here.