The Sunspire Where You Belong

Roll: 6 - Where participants encounter 1 = an irate squirrel; 2 = a pair of squabbling magpies; 3 = bunnies caught in the middle of a cult ceremony ; 4 = an odd patch of melted snow ; 5 = a famished fox; 6 = a hidden pit
@Tryphon? -waggles eyebrows-

As she traveled south, the forest thinned to give way to rolling land along the foot of an impossibly tall mountain. Its very peak was obscured by clouds and mist, undoubtedly a treatcherous journey to make during the winter months. Without hesitation, the obsidian cloaked lone wolf set her sights towards the forested valley along its west side. There, the path appeared to be well fequented, and would likely provide her safe passage beyond the mountain. Feeling quite fortunate, she set out before noon so that she could hope to cross the foothills just after nightfall. Her legs like marble pillars etched a narrow path in the snow, one that would remain until the next snowfall. She was unconcerned, for she had no reason to hide, yet the stillness of the forrest valley made her doubt her confidence. Was she making the right choices?

Between two pines, she took a moment's rest, catching her breath as the early afternoon light began to cast sharp shadows across the landscape. Thinking she heard an unusual sound, she inclined her head, soft ears swiveling as she surveyed the immediate area.