Ravensblood Forest Berry Bushes

I've got my mother's genes! The girl snickered. She had inherited her melanism, her mannerism, her interests and wisdom... of course she would be good at this! She fell quiet as she slipped further and further from Bilah, and she nearly jumped when the bird gave a loud call, very close by. It sounded like a grouse, she thought.

Pushing through a thorny bush with little care, the young huntress could see her prey. She crouched low, preparing to rush it.