It was a nice day, even if she felt a little bored as she traversed the borders. The sky was patchy about her, dark grey clouds and light blue sky mixing as rain drizzled down from above. Flashes of light and thunder rumbled in the distance, as if threatening weather that was even worse. She hoped that was not the case, because it looked like it would absolutely pour down if the thunder followed through with its threat. Yet she perked up a little as she came across one of the many hunting trails that littered in and around Grizzly Hollow. And she knew it was one of the trails due to a half rotted tree that stood at a bend of the trail. It was a spindly little thing, partly leaning towards the ground as if it was bowing and mostly dead with its graying bark and few leaves. Surprisingly, it had yet to fully topple though it did look like it was leaning a little more than usual...
Frowning slightly, Amaryllis tilted her head as she sniffed around near the slightly odd tree. It was a landmark, she knew that, that was used for one of the pack’s hunting trails yet the trail seemed remarkably...faded. Which she found very odd because she had been this was only a few days ago and the scent had been very strong with deer and other prey. Not to mention the physical trail itself, the marks of other animals and things, had become rather hard to pick out now instead of being easy to spot. Huffing, wanting to find out why it had been significantly diminished, Amaryllis turned to begin trotting down the trail while keeping an eye out. Why had it stopped being used? The vegetation was still as strong as ever in the area, green and bright and thick with leaves and fruit which was why it drew the attention of plenty of animals so why had there been very little traffic on this trail as of late?
The creaking of wood was the only thing that warned Amaryllis before a shadow fell over her and instincts took over as a burst of speed surged through her, pushing her forward and away from whatever was about to fall onto her. Amaryllis nearly yelped as a branch clipped her left back leg, gritting her teeth as a sudden flash of pain struck her.
But she kept going until skidding to a stop several meters away, Amaryllis panted as she turned and stared at the rotted tree that now lay across the trail with her heart beating nearly out of her chest. It was only a small tree by comparison of the ones around it, a slim thing barely wider than half of Amaryllis herself for which she was grateful. But even then, if it had truly fallen on her...
Well, it would not have been pleasant to say the least. Her eyes trailed to the end of it, to spot the trunk had been split and the stump was still standing, sharp bits of wood spiking up like teeth ready to bite. What the hell had caused the tree to suddenly just fall like that?! Yes, it was rotted but it had held firm for quite some time! And there was no intense storm happening at the moment, there were no wicked winds to topple the tree so why? Cautiously, she crept close to the tree, her curiosity strong and wanting to know why it fell. Evidence of rot in the wood confirmed why it was weak and why it could have toppled but nothing to prove that was the ultimate cause that sent it over the edge.
Than Amaryllis remembered the bad storm that happened within the last two days. Yes, the sky was somewhat dark now with rain clouds and there was thunder rumbling above her right now but there was one where the wind had been whipped up furiously so maybe that was the cause? It was a thin tree, rotting right where it stood so being pushed and pulled in the strong winds would cause it to become even weaker. Maybe it had not snapped fully then but enough that even the weight of the tree over a few days, no matter how slight, would easily have finished it off.
Perhaps the deer who frequented this trail knew this and steered clear because of it? It would explain the faded scent too, if a storm had rolled through here.
A sharp pain in her leg as she moved it drew her attention to her leg. Her breath stopped in her throat as she stared at the injury to her leg. She thought she’d just been grazed by the branch that struck her and was not expecting anything too bad but looking at the blood dripping down her leg, she was proven wrong. It was several inches long, only a shallow wound and it was more superficial than anything but still deep enough to cause worry to bubble up in her chest. Gritting her teeth, Amaryllis took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain. She needed to get to the infirmary. Now. Or at least find something to stop the bleeding and pain.
But the tree, she remembered. She could not jump over it without potentially making her injury worse and the brush seemed to be working against her at the moment because it was unusually thick in this area, at least for the normally easily navigated forest. And she did not wish to accidentally infect wound by having anything get stuck in it. She would simply have to walk the trail until she found a spot where the brush became wide enough for her to cut back towards the infirmary. Sometime, living in a forest had its downsides, compared to living in places that were campestral.
Her leg protested as she moved away from the tree, her fur having being stained red by the blood that had seeped from her wound. It had slowed down now, the blood beginning to congeal around the wound though it was still sluggishly coming out.