Ravensblood Forest What's A Guy to Do When Nothings Standing Still for You?

thank you for starting. <3 keeping some things super vague

the water in their enclave was brackish and poor, forcing the little blackbird out of hiding. hungry, tired, and bedraggled, astara lifted her thin muzzle and drank heavily of the scents around her. 

sap, resin, loam and damp pine — all clouded her senses. water would be difficult to scent between the rife scents around her, so she started by scouting for a natural gully where water often pooled. her search carried her quickly to a grassy knoll, and it was then astara caught a figure treading delicately between the bleeding trees. intrigued, but on alert and unwilling to give away her position, astara hunkered down close to a rotted bough and prayed the wind played in her favor today.