January 08, 2020, 09:29 PM
Getting used to a new place was always a process. Prowl the borders, check the caches, meet the faces. Wash, rinse, repeat. Once that was over, though, the real work could begin.
She had just finished a border patrol (no enemies in sight) and was now headed back to the rendezvous. There didn't seem to be much to eat around these parts, so Artemis decided it would be best to sleep off the hunger instead. Conserve her precious energy.
The mountains loomed overhead in the winter evening sky, a darkness even beyond the universe, clouded over. She sat by a small copse of evergreens, on silent sentry. She found it hard to relax.
Her shoulders stiffened as an imagined ocean breeze whistled past her flared nostrils, brief but all-too-tempting. Lord, did she ever miss the sea.