Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

this looked lonely...

The blob-like creatures along the shores had been enough to send her away from the coastal region—at least for now. She had trailed to terrain that could have been considered more familiar to her—or, had been on the autumnal vibrancy aspect.

And then she had found herself in a thicket, and while she had been eager to explore the tangle of branches at first, she found herself growing more frustrated with each step—and missing the salt of the air and the open space of the coastal line.

Instead, slim ivory fur became a collection of bramble and nettle—and when the demand of a masculine voice interrupted the silence, a derisive ‘harumph’ escaped her jaws—unknowing that she was perhaps not the encroach-er that had disturbed the man—and thus seeing him nowhere.

“Show yourself,” she shot back, lilac eyes flashing, looking for the direction the stranger had spoken.