Golden Glade Dance

Skydance had backtracked a bit.  Recently she'd ended up on the path of a wounded deer, hoping that it'd end up keeling over dead so she could have a nice meal all to herself.  After a few days tracking it became clear the wound wasn't going to be fatal if it was just her on the hunt, so she veered off in a different direction and had found a hare instead.

Hell, maybe she could just manage through all this on her own after all if things kept going this way.  She could dream, at least.  For now, she was quite content after her meal and turned to investigating other local scents.  It rather seemed like a few more wolves had moved into the area, so maybe it would be good to stick around?  Or not?  She still wasn't sure.  She just needed to know her choices and then certainly something would become clear.

Oh, and another warren!  She stuffed her head into the entry, getting a nice whiff of the residents that were all well out of her reach at the moment -- besides, she didn't need another.  Honestly, Skydance was mostly just bored right now, as her current plan was to hang out a day or so then head back the way she'd come to try again in the most densely populated area.  Maybe she'd speed up the timeline.