Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

@Andrei

She was venturing outward. Autumn was rolling in. The mornings were growing colder, but the height of winter had not yet shifted the earth over completely. She still had time to figure things out. Still had time to sample and collect herbs before they were buried and crushed beneath the weight of snow. She ventured outward, retracing her steps over territories she'd roamed through once before. Things were new, she noticed. The presence of additional packlife and various other things were scents she'd not encountered before. She steered clear of those and found herself tucked within a forest valley filled with still thriving life.

The clouds hung heavy overhead. The absence of the sun set the forest in a cold, dreary sort of hue. She was growing grumpier. The gray above placed a heavy weight on her mood, but as she was a generally sulky character it was difficult to tell the difference. Still, she searched until a light rain began to pitter patter on the tops of the trees. Here and there, the water would slip to fall upon her form. Citali moved faster as the rain picked up. Shelter. She needed a place to wait out this rain. She searched and happened upon a rocky outcropping. Not quite a cave, but a decent hovel of sorts that shielded her far more than the trees. She tucked herself beneath the stone and waited for the rain to lift.