Redtail Rise metzengerstein

rolled in tabletop for a failure to notice Lilia as of now!

if there's something stirring in the near distance, Avicus doesn't register it. she rips her eyes away from the horizon at a bark from her son, and moves to see whatever he's summoning her about.

it's bear dung, but not fresh. strange that it sits atop the snow, but perhaps something had dug the massive droppings up, catching the faint scent. old and crystallized by ice, it gives off no odor now—not unless one pressed their muzzle to the stuff, which she didn't intend to do.

instead, Avicus looks toward the high points of the Rise, brows knitting together.

was there a bear, hibernating somewhere within those crags, ready to pose a threat when everything thawed out in some months' time?

she sighs, breath pooling into graceful fog upon the frigid air.