Moonspear sly blue

With the morning's thick blanket of fog that showed no signs of clearing as daylight began to streak the mountainside, she worked her way down the pathways towards the central reaches of her home.

Once their borders had been set out, enforced, and solidified as absolute fact, she had stolen away to further up the slopes for a bit of time to herself on the higher elevations she needed to get to know better. She'd needed the breather and the break after all the running around she had done leading up to their founding, during it, and just afterward, so it had just worked out.

Her respite had come to an end, though, and she was feeling light with a head far clearer than the atmosphere around her. When the path permitted, granting her an open stretch of space, she lowered her snout to the earth and picked up a faster pace through the haze. Since she was feeling quite close to the landscape itself now, it was time to follow this with a better relationship with the residents. She tried to catch scent of Thistle, or perhaps Atreyu.. but they were not the only ones she'd do well to see. Dash, Aran, and even Jace and Rain came to mind. There were so many in their midst -- the pack had dawned stronger than anticipated, so she lurked after the strongest scent she could catch and wondered if the fog would clear before afternoon.