Bearclaw Valley buffet froid

The regions in the north were ripe with illness. There was flooding down south, beyond the Wilds. Here, in the happy middle, Stryx could be found toiling against the snow, embittered as per usual. Her thin limbs looked all the more haggard for the tuck of her belly. She hadn't had a proper hot meal in some time.

Stryx had journeyed far in her search for an untainted bit of meat. It was unfortunate that she should arrive here, to this valley of bears, unaware of the return of its original inhabitants.

Her hope to find something to fill the empty hole that was her stomach went out the proverbial window when she came upon a fresh marking in the snow — yellow and steaming, a potent reminder she was not actually alone.