Haunted Wood nobody saw it comin' but the little red devil in me

anyone!  ivy's a moody weirdo, idk (:

The third time Ivy visited Lake Rodney wasn't as eventful as the first two.  She'd intended to stay - maybe attempt a swim to that little island by herself this time! - at least for a while, but her wandering spirit got the best of her.  Early afternoon was met with a decision: should she turn around and head back to Redhawk Caldera or should she roam?  Naturally, the latter was her choice.

The pale gray youth had followed the lake's Eastern shore in the direction of Haunted Wood until said lake became a river.  Intrigued, she proceeded to stroll along the river, not really noticing the late hour.  Night had fallen by the time she was well within the confines of a new territory.  Ivy wasn't totally oblivious to her surroundings.  She was sniffing here and there and taking in everything around her, after all!  But the white bark of the birch trees in this area had sort of an eery look about them with only the moon filtering through their branches to light the way.  She frowned and paused in her journey, deciding that here would be a fantastic spot to stop for a rest.  That way she could get her bearings and decide if she'd hunker down in these dark woods for the night or make the trek back home.

Sighing loudly - though probably not dramatically because no one was around to appreciate the effect - she put her two front paws in the cool water and leaned down to partake in a bit of refreshment.