Porcupine Ridge i'm here to pick up a fossil.

hoping to figure out her character a little better. would love for a friend. set before the joining thread at MK.

Wind ruffles through the mahogany fur of the assassin, her eyes staring over the cliffs of this ridge. She wasn't sure where she was, but wherever it was it was peaceful. Wolves had lived here— maybe not recently but not too long ago. Dried scat was littered every so often around the area, but there were no recent or strong scents to suggest a current pack lived her. So she ventured forwards.

Her ears angled forward as she moved to sit, her paws graceful and careful enough not to slip over or disturb the ground that held up the edge so carefully. Then she sat. With her ears still rotating— in case of anyone trying to come at her from her behind— Natasha sat and stared over the landscape.