Bearclaw Valley not lightly do the leaves of Lothlórien fall {J}

the sun rose in a peculiar fashion, the soft muted glow of it's ray blocked by the rising fog of the warming ground.  head lowered to the ground, she sniffed and huffed gently at the strong scent of an established pack, deep in the valley beyond she assumed but... the rock path seemed impassable for the debris and rough rock forms that barred the way. she sniffed around for a few more minutes, inspecting the rough walls for ways into the valley but finding none.

it was strange, after all this time, to actually be tempted to join a pack for a significant amount of time. the spring was beautiful and this seemed as good a place to spend some time as any other. maybe... just maybe she'd stay for a while.

but she'd never get anywhere if she just sat on her behind and so she climbed to her feet, shaking loose clutter from her coat and letting out a howl of inquiry, listening as the reverberations echoed across the valley. surely, that would attract some attention and perhaps she'd have someone turn up. at least, she hoped so. otherwise, she'd move on once again.

@Kove
@Scarlett