Everything means everything

Beams of sunlight filtered through the tangled mess of branches overhead, illuminating the forest floor slightly. Visible there were a set of easy-to-distinguish caribou tracks in the disturbed dirt and upended vegetation. Lowering her head as she pushed on, she sniffed idly at the tracks before continuing her route. The herd wasn't far off now, no more than a few hours west of here, and as far as she could tell they had been relatively untouched by the sickness that had plagued Boreas for the last few months. That wasn't to say they hadn't suffered because of it - food had been scarce and she feared for their strength, and more importantly the strength of their soon to be born calves. Though her herd would persevere, as it always did, she worried that they might not thrive as they once had. Regardless of their condition she would see to it that their calves were born in peace - albeit from a distance - no matter the cost. Her paws scraped through the dirt as she carried on, making little care to hide the sound of her presence as she traipsed over mossy rocks and broken branches, though her perked ears made it evident that she was always on high alert.