Blacktail Deer Plateau Raven Moon

Ash Paw continued her driven lope through the forest. Eyes on the different foliage, the small pests that fell underneath the trees. It was both comforting and ominous here.  So it fit both her gods. Without further ado. She bent her pert nose to the ground and began a search.

Lithe body curving and tilting through the trees and branches. Catching small things as she went a vole, a mouse. A few squirrels eluded her, but she continued on her mission. Small things to litter the sacred stones. Small bones to give to the gods.