It's going down

Autumn was just beginning to kiss the grasses of Abaven and bring with it perfect hunting opportunities. Brandr was slipping through the thicket, searching for the scents of deer and making notes of the trails they were taking as well as their numbers. So far the herd seemed large and healthy which was a good sign though they seemed to be shifting to denning in the northern end of the territory. That was curious. Was it in response to their presence here? He did not get to ponder long on this fact when he heard the voice of Sparrow call out to him. He smiled gently but slowly the smile faded as he noticed the signs of worry on her face. "Sparrow, is everything alright?"