Taking Leave of the Mists [Gustav]

Brandr peered through the blanket of fog that had settled over the thicket. The air was damp and threatened rain which was a welcome relief from all the snow and freezing temperatures. The air had yet to get warm however. It hovered on the cusp of freezing and didn't seem to know which way it wanted to fall but with the sun rising higher in the sky Brandr had his hopes on the temperature climbing. He slipped through the thicket, senses alert. He needed a good breakfast and this morning he'd heard the calls of ruffed grouse. The trick would be to find them. His nostrils flared as he scented the ground and the air. Their camouflage would make them nearly impossible to track by sight. Brandr was persistent though. He'd never eaten grouse before and his curiosity drove him onward. Perhaps it it was a real treat he could bring some home to his wife and daughter.